Lock and load, bitches. (Photo taken and uploaded via MOLOME )
#239 ‘TIL THE RIGHT ONE COMES ALONG (DAVE CLARK FIVE COVER). so my brother started recording his vocal takes here at the hills (also known as my music room) a couple of months ago, and last thursday he brought along a condenser mic borrowed from a friend of his. we set it up and it worked fine with him, but when i tried to record with it the vocal takes sounded terrible!
long story short, i was troubleshooting the entire morning, and JUST NOW got it working right. won’t trouble you guys with an explanation because now that i know what the problem was, i feel really stupid—like i was counting to potato for hours.
ANYWAY. this is an old song that i’ve always loved; figured it was an easy song so i ran through all my mic tests this morning using the verse/chorus/end. my dad plays this on the guitar and sings it a lot; probably every other time he sits down to practice. don’t anyone tell him that i sang it though—he’ll just get all mushy and i’ll get all embarrassed. hahaha!
here is me through a condenser mic. hopefully there a little bit more bass in my voice; god knows i need it.
#238 TELEPHONE (STEPH MILLS FEAT. RUGGZ & A PROBLEM LIKE MARIA). oh my goodness, i’ve been waiting for this song for forever! steph asked me to sing the hook of this song ages ago, and i actually thought that she only used one hook (i sent four, i think). glad she included more than just the main chorus of the song—thought this turned out really well. :)
when i grow up, i want to rap like steph mills! hahaha. until then, though, i’m content singing her songs’ hooks.
Recording at the hills tonight: @sixthenorthstar (Photo taken and uploaded via MOLOME )
I should definitely be endorsing this product. Haha (Photo taken and uploaded via MOLOME )
Bacon slabs with eggs and rice at the local deli. What a great way to start the week! (Photo taken and uploaded via MOLOME )
it runs in the blood, as you can see. <3
that’s my dad in the middle, playing the guitar for his high school band—he says he was probably 15-16 when this picture was taken.
this is how my parents met: my dad played guitar for d’ vibrators; my mom played the drums for d’ gay garnets. they were childhood friends, but as they grew up they figured out that they had a lot more in common than just being from the same neighborhood. music was probably the defining point of that “figuring it out” phase, though—they kept on bumping into each other at gigs and house parties.
yes, this is a true story and those are real band names thought up by real ’60s teenagers. i know, right?