Untouched Bridge

Today was a good day. Me and my partner in crime had a business meeting that did go well. I am of the assumption that our site will soon be experiencing a major influx of new visitors. Well, that will not happen for another few months...

It is crunch time yea!

I started re-recording the last song that has any remaining elements of the past in it. The Untouched Bridge is its name. I really like this song. I like thinking about why I made it. I like thinking that maybe it made Gabs happy. I like feeling like I do not want to betray the original recording.

It is neat how each song has a delicate memory attached to it. The songs become alive. The songs have personalities reminiscent of the people they were created from or for.

I remember I wanted to write lyrics for The Untouched Bridge. I remember thinking that there was nothing in the world that I could say that would be good enough. I remember then deciding that I wanted to make a song that was inspiring, something so she could feel like she could get up and run away. I know she loved music. I remember thinking about this alot. I remember her saying that when she was better that she was going to start singing again. I had heard that she was an operah style singer. I never heard her sing. I remember the last time I saw her, there was a Beatles poster on her wall, her bed was facing it. I thought if I could no longer play music, I would want to see those guys too.

I didn't talk to her much when she was older, we kind of drifted apart. I remember her when she was a kid. She was always the cousin that laughed. I liked making her laugh, maybe it was because nobody else thought I was funny and she really thought that I was funny.

We grew up and I thought that she became arrogant. A person who is arrogant is a person that is scared. In the song, I think that I was telling her not to be scared anymore. The bridge represented her crossing into another life. So sadly, I can't remember what it meant to be untouched. I think it was about not giving up...saying the bridge had not yet been crossed.

Goodnight Gabs.

Listen to Paula Abdul

So much for batting .400 this week(end).

I did however get some things finished and I might be able to get a little finished tomorrow afternoon as well.

I tried a new version of June 23rd today...I only made minor changes, but wow, it has been a long time since I touched that song. The changes have a few flaws that I have already noted and will be fixing, but the song is very sound and will ready for it's finishing steps soon.

Plethora (the new working name for Spaghettios) received some new updates most importantly the de-plagerizing(is this even a word??) of it. I will always keep a "BBD-Poison" copy of it for myself tho.

Logic Cell got some more of its finishing touches...it is considered finished(minus the re-recording of vocals).

Well I'm off to face tomorrow.

Opening Tuesday Day

Tuesday mid-morning and the beginning of my middle-of-the-week weekend begins. This is currently my favorite day of the week. It is like a fresh pallet. I like thinking about where I stand with my projects on this day and think about where I would like them to end up by Thursday night.

Tuesday morning is like opening day baseball. The games actually mean something now (even though by October, they mean virtually nothing). Tuesday morning begins this mad dash to be the first since Ted Williams to hit over .400.

This actually brings up a slight tangent. If you didn’t know what batting averages stand for, which explanation would you prefer?

1. Batting .400 is like getting 400 base hits if you had 1000 at-bats.

Or

2. Batting .400 is like getting a base hit during 40 percent of your at-bats.

Anyways, back to the other subject. I must admit that I am very tired of listening to my music. I’m listening to it day and night, trying to learn which parts are going to get boring. I’m trying to learn where this or that could be played better. Listening for anything that will eventually annoy me to no end. The funny thing is that the whole songs are starting to annoy me. I’ve probably listened to my music more than I have Radiohead or Pearl Jam (far greater bands than my own), and in this context it just seems like a travesty! But regardless I must push on, I am ready for this thing to be finished.

Later

The Never Ending Updates

Well, I thought I'd better write something in here before I leave it stale indefinitely.

1. Work has been good to me.
2. I think that I have less than a month left to finish the self-released album.

Ya know, that really seems like a long time considering I feel like it is so close to being finished. I'm really excited about this, it is an interesting feeling being so excited about something that really isn't going to change much in the universe. At first maybe only about 15 people will know of the "finishing." Beyond that, maybe 50 or so people. Other than that, it might take years and years to garner any one else. The original 65 people are people that I know...or people close to me know. I might have about 3 "real" fans if I'm lucky. Nope, I should have more than that, just because some people know me. I should have at least two...Mom and Dad. Funny tho, I think they will be slightly upset that some of the songs they have been hearing for years have changed. I think I should give them a special copy.

Anyways, back to being excited. These songs will be finished and therefore they will no longer haunt me. I no longer have to think about how I want to fix that part of this part, I can then say that those songs are milestones. I can look back at them and think...geez, they were so amateurish...and then not have to feel like I have to try again and again to make them better.

So, I think that I have all the songs in their final composition as of Thursday last week. Now all that is left is the details!

Back

I'm about ready to leave for...work. Wow, it is so relieving to be able to say that. I am really digging the peace that is coming along with this new revelation as well. I feel like I finally have a blank piece of canvass, ready for take it and create something. I feel like I am finally prepared for the next step in my life. Thank you.