Sunday morning I posted a song. I recorded it Saturday, during the day. Noah trhust my guitar at me as I sit at the computer, as he does often. Apparently he likes to watch me play. So I was playing around, and the chord progression fell into place. I spent the morning searching a hundred garage sales for road bikes, with no luck, so the lyrics of frustration came together quickly. I didn’t intend to write a song, but I’ve spent the past year loathing my inability to put together a tune, so even a glimpse of catchiness needs to be massaged into something.
So I quickly recorded the guitar part, to make sure it wasn’t lost in my ADD riddled brain. With the guitars down I figured I might as well put some drums to it, you know, since I wasn’t doing anything else (raising a child doesn’t count.) But now with guitars and drums down, all that was missing was vocals…so why put it off ’til later?
So I recorded vocals, asking Noah to be quite while I was recording. Loosing takes because Noah would hot the microphone stand. If you listen closely, you may be able to hear him squeal during the chorus.
So then the song was done, and I posted it as soon as my horrific internet connection let me upload something.
And about that time I remembered something. Nearly ten years ago, I was working my butt off trying to record my band, JATO. We had borrowed a four track recorded, bought 15 cassette tapes, and spent weeks recording each song. At the same time, there was a band at my school who had parent money helping them record, recording in real studios and whatnot. They were selling CDs. CDs were the way kids listened to music. We could only make tapes. I remember wanting to be able to make CDs so bad. I would sit in my room and try to think of ways to digitize our recordings. But back then our home computer had nothing close to a decent recording program, and certainly didn’t have a stereo input. And even then, CD burners and blank CDs cost a lot of money.
All that to say this: even though I do it myself
often, I’m still amazed at the fact that you can write, record, and publish a song in hours. I had to hand dub every single JATO tape. I had to listen to myself sing songs about girls over and over. I had to beg my friends to buy a tape, most refusing cause they didn’t have a tape player. Now, I can record it, post it to my website, and force my family to listen to it in hours. The JATO me would look at the current me and be so jealous. He would also be full of hate seeing me fail to take better advantage of this situation. So young, so yet-to-be jaded. Good looking kid too.
If you listened to the chorus a billion times to try and hear Noah squeal, ha! Gotcha! You can’t really hear it. But now that songs gonna be stuck in your head hardcore. Have a nice day.