Last night was nice. I had dinner with Devin and his Icelandic friend Kolbrun last night. After hangin out for a while I drove home and noticed something strange. The car Devin gave me feels a lot like the small Nissan car I had when I lived in Kansas City. They both die at stoplights too. I had the windows down and I was thinking about recording a song when I got home, even though it was rather late. The feeling of being in that small car, headed towards the same type of goal as I would have often been in Kansas City was very refreshing.
Arriving home I picked up Ellela, my trusted oldest guitar and quietly refreshed myself on a song I had been working on this past couple years. It had originally been titled Ghost Fishing and was to be part of my old man album, which seems like it will be dying the undone death.
As I was driving home in yet another car with no stereo I began to sing the lyrics I had, only now they had completed themselves in my head.
I slowly programmed a basic drum map and began to record the guitar part while singing in my head. Some how over the years all of this has gotten a bit easier.
I called it an end around 1:30 and mixed down what I had to send to Devin and Ronnie. They are the first of many people I hope will be collaborators on this as yet to be named project which has been cooked up.
I'll keep you posted.
1 comment:
Cool, I am glad you are listening to the music in your head. Dad read your blog, too, so we are both waiting.
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