Archive for May, 2010

Revolution 9

May 29, 2010

I started working on this composition on Tuesday morning. Took a call from my mom, a call from my credit card company. Around 11:30 I got a text from Patrick. My phone was not receiving calls. He’d get a message saying something like, “The number you have dialed cannot be reached at this time. Try your call again later.”

Oh. My payment was late. I drove to the Verizon store and paid my bill.

All day the phone was silent.

Finally at 6pm, I called Verizon to find out why no one could get ahold of me. I could make calls out, I could text and receive texts. Just my phone wasn’t ringing. The young lady in customer service tested my number to find out what the problem was. She came back to the line.

“The reason you aren’t receiving calls is because your number is being forwarded to another number.”

“Another number? Why would that be happening?”

“Well, you can forward calls on your phone by pressing……”

(mumbo jumbo I do not recall or understand)

“I didn’t do that. I don’t even know how to do that. If I did, I did it in my sleep in the middle of the day when I was awake. What number is it being forwarded to?”

“The number nine,” she said.


Cry Baby Cry

May 20, 2010

Nearing the end of this project is a little sad. I’m not sure what to do with this blog once it’s over. Can you delete a blog? Maybe I’ll just redirect traffic to something else, like this. But with the weather changing in Michigan, I’m looking forward to spending more time gardening and chilling on my lawn chair, sipping limeaid with my cat. Maybe I’ll write some new songs.

I’m so irritated with trying to play the guitar. Thanks must be given to my friend and former band mate Bryan for generously loaning me his lovely acoustic guitar for the last 7 months. However, I’ve decided that I will never be able to play this instrument and I can accept that. I think Jim will also appreciate not having to mix these songs for me every nine days…bless his little heart.

I don’t know what this song is about and I don’t think anyone really does. I’m just glad I don’t have a crying baby. It’s all singing, non-stop like a folk song and it’s repetition started to bug me a little – mostly because I didn’t know what I was singing about. But I like the Paul McCartney tag at the end better than the song. I don’t know how, but Jim always manages to make the cr*p that I record sound much better than I ever imagine it could. You should all be grateful to him. It could be so much worse.

Now, on to the pièce de résistance of the White Album. It’s going to take me all week to figure out how I’m going to put Revolution 9 together. I guess we’ll all find out in nine days.

Savoy Truffle

May 11, 2010

I can’t believe that I forgot to mention in the last blog entry that Honey Pie was my favorite song on the White Album when I was a little squirt. I used to put on my mom’s too-big, strappy silver sandals and pretend that I was tap dancing in the hallway next to the bathroom – it was the only floor that didn’t have carpeting on it and it made my feet sound like “click-clack,click-clack”. Maybe I got the old-timey, vaudevillian bug in my blood back then. The song is still a favorite from the record.

Once again, I’m a last minute Lucy. I have to admit that I didn’t even attempt Savoy Truffle until last night when I started to record. I also had no idea what I was going to do with it. Ever throw something together at the last minute and come away with a result that’s not embarrassing? It’s a rare occasion for me and I suppose I shouldn’t reveal my trade secrets, but maybe it means I’m getting more comfortable with myself and these songs? Only 242 days into the project, but whose counting?

Contrary to recent commentary, this is not a Casio tribute blog. I swear! However, I dusted off the ol’ Casiotone MT-400 for this song because it had way better organ sounds than the cheesy Kurzweil keyboard samples I used on Martha My Dear. I love the Casiotone, maybe more than the SK-1. I used it on Piggies with crowd pleasing results. I love the sound of this George Harrison song. The horns and the slap-back on the drums are so groovy. But I knew I couldn’t possibly replicate that sound so I did what I know how to do: noodle on the Casio.

From what I know about this song, it was inspired by Eric Clapton’s sweet tooth. Who’d a thought I’d have something in common with him? I don’t have a clue as to what “montelimat” is but I think that Pinwheel Bakery should come up with a sweet treat and call it that. I do love sweet treats but I know sugar makes me feel lousy in the head, probably because I can’t stop eating it once I start. Some people can function quite well on loads of sugar but it makes me sleepy and stupid. A bit like alcohol. But we won’t get into that.

Honey Pie

May 2, 2010

It’s truly the 11th hour as I write this post, beating my nine day deadline by merely minutes. I spent a lot of time with Uncle Ed this week, helping with a garage sale that my sister talked me into. It’s exhausting running a garage sale with a senior that barely gets around with a walker, but it’s always a good way to meet odd people. I met a lady that owns an Elvis impersonator management company. She had an Elvis purse and long, frizzy Priscilla Presley hair. We talked about American Idol. Another woman told me she nurses monarch butterfly eggs with milkweed until they reach chrysalis. She said that only one in one hundred survive in “the wild” due to hungry predators. She had a butterfly purse. A woman’s purse is like a window to her personality. You can always start a conversation with a woman about her purse. I have a lot of purses, mostly due to the fact that I inherited a bunch from my Aunt Norma. She had good taste and she loved to shop. Hence, the garage sale!

The piano was hard for me to get down this week. My mind couldn’t wrap itself around the chord changes fast enough for my hands to respond. I wasn’t EVEN going to attempt the guitar on this one. I unintentionally broke one of my rules on Honey Pie, having the first and only guest vocalist on the White Album project. Jim helped me with the recording today, as the piano is on the main floor and the recording gear is in the basement. Since he was willing to help, I decided to sing in the stairwell, do a bit of finger snapping and whistling. It’s the best place in the house to sing. Listen closely during the instrumental bit and you will hear a call and response of sorts: me whistling and our cat Porky responding, or you might say cat-calling. We left it in. Here’s Porky:

Last week’s post, Revolution, sounded quite sleepy and I didn’t realize how drowsy and sluggish it sounded until my friend Ann told me that I sounded like I was stoned. I don’t get stoned. I do get sleepy though. And working on these songs at night is not a good idea. The singing gets out of tune and the playing is sloppier. I’m going to bed now.

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