You might notice that since my announcement of entering the brave world of home recording (like it takes a lot of cojones to perform for your swingline and rolodex…) I haven’t posted a thing.
It’s not for lack of trying. I’ve butchered some tunes, neutered some others, and have an uncanny ability to turn any song into a irony-free lounge track. (Coming soon to a Holiday Inn near you!) I never knew how icky a drum loop and a synthesizer could sound in the wrong hands. Pure saccharine, fondued in cheese.
That being said, I really like how this one turned out. So far it’s the only thing that I’ve produced during this recording experiment that has lived up to my low hopes. Your opinion may differ, but I dare you to prove me wrong.
Lust For Life has it all: Gender bending, daddy issues, pizza and a bottle of wine. (I can’t hear the second verse without smelling a garlic-buttered Hound-Dogs and a stinky-red Two-Buck Chuck.) It’s just crazy, totally mad. A west-coast escape I’d like to take. A brand new start! In love with you…
(btw, NSFW and all that.)
very nice GW! catchy and fun!
Thanks! (& Merry Christmas to you!)
g.
Lovin’ this! You’re getting to the crux of home studio, which isn’t really a studio at all. It’s an area of a room where you put the snazy gear and have at it. I can jam once everyone goes to bed, but getting a sound that actually sounds like it came from a studio is always a bit harder to reach.
Keep at it.
tc
I hope you have a fab 2011! Cheers friend!
Thanks Michelle — same to you!
TC — still at it, keeping my feet on the ground while reaching for the sky!