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Member Since: 3/2/2006
Band Members: Glenn Smith
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May 26, 2007: Starting anew with a recording journal... Look here for inner musings by me, Hevvy Time Records. I'm here to serve you. Look to the actual blog, to the right there, for a compilation of these musings dating back to when I first created this page. They're all dated. Seattle Central Community College has been taking up a lot of my time lately. Getting a free ride there hasn't hurt, though. Currently I'm in my third quarter in a row there. Yesterday, as I was walking to the bus at 9:30 AM to get to my first class, something familiar occured to me; a feeling that came over me when I was first taking classes at SCCC. It is that I should feel grateful that I have something to do every day- either working to make money and live comfortably, or going to school to, currently, learn math and get newspaper experience. It's a great, easy life. Not having whole days off is a bit tiresome, and spells come over me where I'm irritable for weeks at a time. The truth is, I love my job, my schooling, and somehow I find time to record music at home. It's only bits at a time. Yesterday I recorded new guitar lines for Makeup, something I've been meaning to do for quite a while. The song is still unfinished.... either I'm a procrastinator, or I'm open to improvisation. Recording a song I've written really forces me to make it structured solid as stone. There can be no question as to what instrument, plays what notes, where in the song. Soon, very soon, it will be done. Also I've been recording a new song called I Would Not Know. It's about being addicted to crack, mainly. I've met a friend named Clinton who sometimes rides my bus- a gnarly looking fellow. Totally addicted to crack and not all there upstairs. He's the happiest person he knows! Until next time, it's been lovely talking to you.
October 20, 2007: Hi. Thanks for coming over. I guess. Selling bibles, are ya? Hm, not interested. But I will say that I have posted 'electric 7' today.
This is a song I wrote when discovering Steve Albini's guitar sound, in Ann Arbor, MI when I lived in the Carriage House, aka the Law Offices of Smith and Klempay. The verse riff, in 7/4, was inspired largely by Shellac. I like the sound I get out of my yellow Boss pedal (see my blog for a description). Combined with my Fender fat strat, on the middle pickup setting, the sound is both distorted and clear. Just fuzzy enough to add some grit, but we're not talking death metal distortion.
It reminds me of something snide my friend Sam, who introduced me to Albini, Zeni Geva, Sonic Youth, and The Stranglers, among others, said about vocals that are nothing but screaming. "It's supposed to make them feel special, or something." This can be drawn out to an explanation of why I don't like a massive distortion on my guitar, and why I'd rather sing, or just be silly, than to scream every verse.
The chorus riff, in 4/4, smooths out the song, and takes it in a different direction.
Lyrically, it deals with how I have a hard time communicating my thoughts. What are the correct words to think up when making an attempt to explain one's thoughts, spontaneously? It's tough. That's what essays are for, I guess.
As it stands now, the song is just one guitar and two vocal tracks. Since it's fresh in my mind, I was able to record it in just about two hours. I watched the first act of Transamerica in between recording the metrognome, and the rest. Anyways, it's a demo of what I hope will appear, in a more completed form, on the album I will get credit for creating, or a bad grade for not creating.
Record Label: Hevvy Time Records
