I just finished another week off of work for the sole
purpose of recording. I’m pleased to say
that it went very well, in fact it was probably my most productive session in
quite awhile. I’m sure I’ll write more
about this later in some sort of fashion but I’ve really come to the
realization that I am the ultimate example of an introvert. Whereas someone recently said to me, “You
haven’t gone out all day…that’s so sad…”, on the contrary, to me at least, this
is purely awesome, like a gift from the heavens. The difficult part is that once I do venture
back out into the world, I don’t always know how to react to it. It’s a funny phenomenon but does indeed
occur.
When I’m in recording mode, I tend to begin my day with an
hour or so of practicing, rehearsing, whatever you want to call it. It was then that I discovered that I had made
a new friend. While practicing in the
family room, I noticed a rather spunky squirrel hanging around outside the
doorway almost the entire time I was playing.
As soon as I stopped playing (and grabbed a camera to try and snap a
picture), he disappeared. At first I
thought it was just a fluke until he returned the next day…and the next…and the
next. The strangest part is that as soon
as I even think about picking up a guitar, all of my cats immediately exit the
room, some even in disgust and not afraid to announce it verbally. I’ve heard the phrase of being “big in Japan”
but evidently I’m big with the squirrels.
I’m not entirely sure what that says about me, however. Maybe it’s good, maybe not.
Apart from recording, I also watched an enormous amount of
films. I didn’t really count or anything
but I’d estimate around 15 perhaps? Kind
of scary. Again, it plays perfectly into
the introvert part of me. Give me a big
TV, a Blu-ray player, a stereo, a couple furry creatures, some instruments, and
some means of putting it all down for posterity’s sake and I’m pretty much a
happy man. Oh, and coffee, too. That’s an essential part of my day.
Speaking of which, this session gave me the opportunity to try
out my recently acquired Strat, a guitar that I said I’d probably never buy. I was always anti-Strat, although now I’m not
entirely sure why. I guess I hated how
they were such the standard during the 80’s with almost every single band using
them and I’ve always thought they were one of the most boring looking guitars
ever made. I just simply couldn’t
understand their popularity when there were beautiful works of guitar art out
there like Rickenbackers. Now, after
playing one extensively, I have to admit that I kind of get it. There’s certainly a very unique tone set in
these things that I haven’t really ever achieved with any other guitar. I still find the tremolo kind of faulty,
though, and it doesn’t seem to take much to make it slightly out of tune. Give me a Bigsby anyday…far superior, in my
book, and much cooler looking.
That’s all I’ve got to report right now. I know this is sort of a strange entry in
this blog but I was recently reminded that I hadn’t written anything in awhile
and thus this is all I have to report for the moment. I’m sure I’ll return to idiot observations
very, very soon so stay tuned.
