Recently I had an epiphany. I wrote many of my own songs, but officially recorded only one original. For some reason, I imagined that the things suppressing my efforts included lack of money as well as a surplus of reliance on a producer’s lackadaisical schedule and his or her nonchalant attitude towards my craft-work. I never thought I could learn how to record myself.
Until recently I entrusted friends and acquaintances for the spontaneous capture of live footage. Then I invested, at a reasonable cost, in a handy, light weight Zoom recorder for which to chronicle new song ideas and live performances. David bought a mixer, microphone, and a pop screen. I already possessed a few faithful guitars and an enduring desire, He downloaded some free track recording software, and we prepared for lift off. At first we recorded a single track including vocals and acoustic guitar, but eventually we experimented with multi-track recording.
Enjoying the brisk breeze from the open window, I sat on the bed last Saturday morning and played the little, pink guy (i.e. little, pink guitar). I closed my eyes, and as I remembered the first song I composed in 2007, I let my fingers stroke and caress the bronze strings in its simple finger-picking technique in waltz time. I named it Goodnight Sweet. David suggested we record those old songs for prosperity. Continue reading