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I Don’t Know What To Call This

I don’t know what to call this, but one can tell that I struggle with the timing because my coordination needs to improve.

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What’s With The Sound?

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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.
Uh-huh, yeah.
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.

 

 

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Tom Petty R.I.P.

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Tom Petty gave us great material over the years, but what happened in those final moments before he checked out?

What was in his mind when everything began to shut down?

Did he think about the hits he made?

Did he think of Roy Orbison and George Harrison of the Traveling Wilburys, who had passed before him?

I first became familiar with his music in 1981, when he and Stevie Nicks recorded Stop Draggin’ My  Heart Around-and I had already had a huge crush on Stevie Nicks as it already was…ever since the 1977 album from Fleetwood Mac, Rumours, was released. Speaking of Stevie Nicks, that woman gave me one of my first erections back then-and I was only seven-years-old.

However, back to Tom.

He was one of Southern Rock’s last big bangs.
https://consequenceofsound.net/2017/10/r-i-p-tom-petty-rock-legend-has-died-at-66/

He was able to change with the times, yet still stay as he was-which very few acts can do successfully.

I had always wanted to see one of his shows, but never had the chance to go-and now there’s no chance of seeing the last dance.

 

 

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Night Rider

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While it’s true that these recordings aren’t exactly perfect, I release them as is due to the fact that my short-term memory is lacking.  The main point is that Americans with developmental disabilities can create, whether you think they can or not.
I can always perfect the recording later.

I can actually hear the percussion parts in my mind as I compose the tune-too bad I can’t play a set of Slingerlands worth a damn.

This is kind of a thrash piece that I’ve been contemplating for a few hours.  It kind of reminds me of something that Anthrax would have recorded for the 1985 album Spreading the Disease.

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Lemmy Would Give Someone in the Marketing Department the Iron Fist For What They Did To The Ace of Spades

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I saw something which just about made me vomit upon watching the New York Giants vs. Dallas Cowboys game on NBC

I KNOW THAT THE LATE LEMMY KILMISTER WOULD NOT HAVE APPROVED OF THE USE OF HIS WORK TO SELL A CAR-AND A CRAPPY CAR, AT THAT!

Ace of Spades?  Kia?  ARE YOU PUTTING ME ON?!

Ace of Spades was the title track from Motorhead’s 1980 album.  It was loaded with classics like Shoot You in the BackJailbait, and (We Are) The Roadcrew, so do these tunes match up with a Kia?

More like Chevy SS, Ford Mustang, or Dodge Challenger.

Seriously!  Who works in these marketing departments?

My degree is in psychology, but I could tell you that an idiot put that tune in the commercial.  Furthermore, I met Lemmy Kilmister, and I could tell you that he would not approve of this, as Lemmy was about as anti-establishment as one could get-and he wasn’t joking about his lifestyle, either.

That’s who he was.

 

 

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Metal Head

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That’s my gear from Orange County, California.

I couldn’t find a Peavey at Guitar Center in Irvine, California, so I got this, and I think it’s still in storage.  That Jackson is probably my favorite axe, and for an obvious reason.  I also have a Dean and a Fender.  The Dean looks like Ritchie Blackmore’s Fender Stratocaster.  I also have a Fender Gemini II acoustic, which I bought in 1986.

My best friend and I started a band in Los Angeles, California in 1985 and we would write long into the night, hitting the streets after 10 p.m.-and I have no idea how in the hell we pulled that off without getting busted, because we go to friends’ houses and go off on our bikes or skateboards to McDonald’s.  We would then play hacky sack in the street until one in the morning and go back to writing lyrics until around three in the morning.

The funny part is that I would wake up around 7:30 in the morning and take one of the axes.  It was at this point that I would be “asked” to take it outside, where I could perfect the tune he and I composed the night before, so I would be there with an old tape recorder and the axe.

It took me longer to learn songs because of the brain damage-and I hated it.  I felt stupid, but that wasn’t the case.  I just didn’t know how to learn for my situation.

I wish I had enough confidence to play leads, because I would have been a much more effective member of the band.   What really irritated the hell out of me was the fact that I
would forget chord changes which we had just written, and I felt stupid for it.   However, it was years later that I came to realize that I was never stupid; that I had a learning disability to overcome.

I went back to writing when the heavy metal thing didn’t come to fruition.

Of course, the other side of that $20 bill reads that I’d probably be dead by now by 25 had we been signed, and that’s because I have always been a person of extremes in every aspect of life.  It’s not something which I aim for.  It just works out that way.

It’s amazing that this brain damaged mess has played heavy metal for over thirty years, but this is why I have become so pissed off at parents of so-called “low-functioning” children-because I wasn’t supposed to amount to anything at all.

I’m a writer, a musician, and a general pain in the amygdala.

Someone has to be.

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Bear With Me For A Few Days

©2017, Jim Rousch

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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.

Thanks.

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Composing Again

I’m not a Bruce Kulick, Eddie Van Halen, Randy Rhoads, or even a Malcolm Young (before tragedy struck him), but I’m pretty damn good for someone with severe brain damage.

I’m composing again, after many years of not.

Why?  I suppose it’s because I need to.  I have to remain busy in one way or another, while I wait for the Master’s program at University of Phoenix to begin, and this little piece actually took roughly twenty minutes for me to get it nearly to how I wanted it to sound-at least from a structural viewpoint.   From an electronic viewpoint, the quality is almost as bad as a Panasonic tape recorder from 1984, but a small computer microphone is what you use when you have to sell used toilet paper on the poor side of town for gas money.

There are two challenges with in regards to composition.  The first is remembering the chord progression, since I have the short-term memory of a funnel, and the second is to remember how I wanted it to sound.

There are some things which go through my mind as I listen to this recording loop on my laptop.  The first is that this seems to have a raw 1970’s AC/DC sound-back when Bon Scott was still alive.  The second is that I’m really  surprised that I recorded this on the first take with almost no mistakes.

I don’t understand why the sound seems to cut out at :11 into the recording, because I didn’t move at all, but I guess I’ll figure it out eventually.

The equipment I used for this recording was a Fender Strat Squire, a Peavey Envoy 110 amplifier, and a DOD Hard Rock Distortion FX57, as my Jackson and my Fender acoustic are currently in storage in Irvine, California, along with my Boss DS-1, which I bought in 1985.

The Fender Strat Squire and Peavey Envoy 110 are what you will always hear until further notice whenever I decide to throw one of these recordings on this page.

You, the reader, are probably wondering why I decided to do this.  C’mon, man.  I can’t do all politics all the time.  Even someone like me has to mix it up a bit.  In addition, this is further proof that someone with a developmental disability can actually do something and be useful in the world.

Right, Crescent Hardy of Nevada?

Ah, let him burn in Hell.  He will soon enough, I’m quite certain.

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Ya Magu Gavarit Pa Ruskie

I originally composed this back around 2001, but I got a Peavey amplifier and a Fender Squire, so I was able to re-record it this year.

I never gave this composition a name, but the rhythm from this actually helped me learn one phrase in Russian: “Ya magu gavarit pa Ruskie.”

“I speak Russian.”

The devushkas (young, unmarried Russian women) would laugh when I finished it with: “Angliski nyet!”

That means, “English, no.”

And that’s technically true.

I used to, anyway.  I was chasing the Russian and Armenian tails in my apartment complex in Van Nuys, California back then.  Nice-looking girls-and with manners!

You don’t see that in Los Angeles-especially in the San Fernando Valley.  The Valley is the Detroit of Porn, you know.  That actually makes sense when you consider the fact that General Motors used to build the Camaro and the Firebird there.

One sleek body design for another sleek body design, I always say.

Keep in mind that I actually have severe brain damage and that I really should not have any ability to do this.  So, shove that up your right-wing ass, Crescent Hardy.

I’m so glad that bastard lost his bid for re-election!  It would just be great if he had a severe stroke or a spine-crushing automobile accident, because either one of those couldn’t happen to a more humane son-of-a-whore.

This is a demo store for testing purposes — no orders shall be fulfilled. Dismiss

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