Recorded in 2011 at Guitar Center in Irvine, California.
Recorded in 2011 at Guitar Center in Irvine, California.
I don’t know what to call this, but one can tell that I struggle with the timing because my coordination needs to improve.
Have you ever noticed how the first notes on these recordings are louder than those on the rest of the tune?
Okay, I’m no sound man. Hell, I’m half-deaf as it is, and it’s not from being a heavy metal musician for 33 years. After all, Paul Stanley was already half-deaf when Wicked Lester formed in 1970, so that’s not the problem.
Furthermore, there was a period in my life when I worked behind the camera, and that was back in the early 1990s when I worked with Allan Cameron in Santa Clarita, California, so I know a few things about camerawork. However, back to the damn sound.
It would be easier to understand why these recordings are so goofy if the opening notes were as screwy as the rest. However, that is not the case. So, what gives?
Sure, it makes me sound like I haven’t a clue of what the hell I’m doing-and maybe I don’t. I won’t argue about that idea in the sound realm, because I’m only using a $1200 Hewlett-Packard or (even sillier) an i-Phone (I’m serious!).
Here’s what is probably the least believable. The recordings from my i-Phone are of higher quality than those which I record straight from the computer. Hell, I still get better recordings off compact cassette! Yes, I still use compact cassettes and old-fashioned tape recorders.
If I know me, I probably haven’t set up the microphones correctly.
Do I really do music for the money? No, I’m 47-years-old now, and I’m pretty much recording this material for any descendants I might have a century or two down the line. Realistically, about the only way I could ever cut any kind of album is if I made it in this business first-and then, it would have to be after I’m somewhat established.
Although I’m usually the first one to say that those who look at reality may as well give up now, that is the reality of my situation as a musician-especially a metal musician.
The strange thing about this recording is that it’s very much of the 1970’s variety. I personally hear elements of Kiss and Led Zeppelin from about 1975 in something that I just recorded last night (October 7, 2017) around 10:30 p.m.
While the notes might be a bit heavier, the sound is very much from the days of Watergate and the Arab oil embargo against the West.
I would record two guitars, but I’m not quite sure that I could pull it off with this computer. I would probably need a second computer; one to play the rhythm and the other with which to record leads. I don’t know. I guess I’ll have to ask my original lead guitarist or another friend of mine who has worked with Sheena E. and Chicago.
Come to think of it, I wonder if he’s playing at the Baked Potato tonight.
I realize what a lot of you are thinking.
This guy kind of sucks on the axe. However, you did read some time ago that I never claimed to be Dimebag Darrell Abbott or Randy Rhoads.
This composer has a developmental disability and has had two seizures. Hence, he records the tune while the notes are still in his mind. There is virtually no short-term memory, and it’s too late by the time some of the melody returns.
The worst thing about it is the melody is never the same once some of it returns to my mind.
Just be happy that I’m keeping the classical heavy metal era alive through these compositions. Maybe I’ll have a kid one day who can perfect his or her old man’s works, but these are the best I can do for right now. Be grateful that this Jack the Ripper is not a dull boy by only displaying one type of material on here.
There are different sides to my personality, other than being a cut-throat liberal, and I want to share some of the other sides. These recordings are only one verse long, as one should figure that the other one or two verses are the same-just like in a hymnal.
You probably have no idea that my hands shake as I type. Well, they do. I’m lucky that I can do any of this.
My hands shake because of what has happened to me over the course of time. There are times when I should record the compositions in pieces and take short breaks in between.
My left hand shakes as I type this, in fact, and this is probably something that I will have to deal with for the next 50 or 60 years.
This is just more proof that people with disabilities can do more than what most people expect.
©2017, Jim Rousch
I’m in a really bad mood today. I don’t believe it’s a good idea for me to write about the issue at this particular moment in time because I’m livid. I haven’t had any sleep since 8:30 yesterday morning.
I cannot go into the particulars at this exact moment in time. However, someone very special to me was there when I needed her yesterday. Her voice helped come down for at least a little while. She’s an angel.
This recording is a first draft, but I figured it was good enough. I don’t have an album coming out, so who cares? You get the gist of it.
One of the things I like about E is it’s a really angry key. It’s like knocking a hole in one of the walls in your apartment so that you can hit your neighbor in the back of the head.
That’s how I feel right now.
This is where I truly have to be careful with regard to how I write, because I am not on firm ground right now. This comes with traumatic brain injury.
I don’t know how long I will be in this Green Hell (remember that tune?), but just bear with me while this spiritual bowel movement passes.
I’ll tell what happened when the time is right.
You’ll still see me here, because I have a job to do. However, please realize that I’m trying to watch myself carefully until this crap is resolved.