No sleep. No time.

I wanted a time stamp with notes. An affirmation from where I stand — to document an argument I’ve been having with myself for some time.

Need sleep. No time.

The sun is rising and I’ve slept less than a few hours since work ended Thursday at 7:00. The sun was still out when I began.

It’s Sunday at 5:00. Morning Sun rising soon. Reluctant to continue; work today at 1:00.

Have to make the time.

Originally, I moved into the dining room because I needed the space on my full size desk to maintain my job / benefits, and continuing education. So grateful for all of that. Didn’t realize I’d be able to work with monitors all night without the neighbors complaining like they used to. The only time they hear me is when they’re trying to eat dinner. Blah blah blah, “yeah I’ll turn it down.” And the weights finally arrived (Have been waiting since March). So I have exactly enough space with relatively no clutter. And that’s a miracle, all things considered. The bike has it’s spot and so does the folding iso vocal booth.

I don’t know how you guys get through projects so fast. I wish I could. But I can’t. There isn’t one sound or signal path I’ve been willing to repeat. No scratch tracks here, and no attempts to record acoustic drums on top of the electronic kits until I can record a real kit with the right microphones, compressors. Really hoping to find the old 70’s DBX’s because I want a puffy sounding snare like the early 70’s kits; one of the reliefs projected as a sonic means to accomplish the art of electronic meets organic best. Certainly can’t have a booming 90’s shit show snare or the art of everything is ruined. Will also certainly need real isolation, with condensers, ribbons, etc, for everything I cannot capture with the OX. Still learning as I go. Not a day goes by without a serious glitch I have to understand, then correct. I know tomorrow (today) when I track bass, it’ll sound like a different guy playing because I actually practice properly with intent. My intention is shave off less than a consistent nano-second for vibe and feel without using a pick .

Have not yet learned to be as clever as I must become to create the illusion of simplicity. It’ll feel simple unless you have to reproduce the parts.

Either it sounds world class or it’s a scratch. That’s why I have a job.

Electric guitar is completely outdated, oversaturated, and may have actually died a very slow death. It’s not important to anyone who is young and / or doesn’t play. So the mission can’t be to reform, the mission has to be to revolutionize. Give it enough work, trial, error, fearlessness, delusional ego mania, and time, so it will develop, and must if moving forward evolve.

sample

squash

splice

reverse a riff then learn it.

Take the time to sample in each key rather than transpose

catalog

Preliminary EQ determination based on 3D projecton mockup of sound stage, based on extremities of range. Midi, Electronic, tuned 808 etc

I have a job so I can practice, study, experiment, track. and delete

The only thing that matters is the composition, arrangement, and lyrics. Everything else is art, capture, mix, balance, and sound design. And it better deliver a place we’ve never visited. As one might imagine, a new dimension is not possible with a primary formula of guitar, bass, and drums. It has to be done with with varying instrumentation, sound design, midi utilization and effect. And it has to be reproduced live in that fashion as well.

The technology, and skill required to utilize, with prowess, a live rig mix, a live monitor mix, midi control, triggers, keys, electronics, both an acoustic, and an electric guitar, while managing a DAW and running film — to be consistently in the zone enough that you become one with time, space, and matter, therefore manipulating the pedals on the floor to create their pre dialed signature exceptions with a silent primal desire which then creates both greater intensity, and greater ease has been developing as part of the process incrementally and you are right on time.

Remember, the difference between world class and working class exists as a signature which doesn’t exist unless you have complete control over less than a nanosecond in any direction. The control requires the ability the lock on the beat, play behind, or play ahead at will. God = determination, intention, discipline, internal clock / skill

Next is headroom, and an ability to mislead the listener into thinking there’s no more room and everything is about to explode as you careen mistakenly over the edge. But no, you have plenty of room, with plenty of power to spare. But you’ve brought yourself closer now, right up to the point of no return and look over all the way down knowing all the while you took the time to make nanoseconds your bitch. You’re safe, you kick in at the optimal moment — into another gear both dynamically, and in level of difficulty with room to spare. Any combination of these things causes the Mindfull crowd to experience an expansion into oneness with all, and the sex-positive crowd wants to wiggle, dance, mosh, jump around, dampen up and experience real desire. Remember, that’s their business, you’re just channeling the universe. And only the seemingly mentally well should be encouraged to get undressed. If the audience is not quite gushing over the top, you must be prepared to own what you got and assume your place on the cross right there on stage will you present nothing less than the body and the blood, cause you have control over nanoseconds, which is a direct connection. Once again you are one with it all.

All of these vital determinations have been left out mostly during the pandemic. And to be truly musical, lackluster mustn’t be presented under any circumstance by a pro. You can make one thing about a broadcast set you apart. Mic placement, novelty, gimmick, or enhanced baiting with dominant sexuality, dynamics, nanosecond accuracy, headroom, your nutsack, hairy ass, or whatever else you have to do because you’re a whore anyway you dirty slut musician. Not me, you!

None of this is any good if you have a mediocre sound. Because more than anything, that’s what separates the working class from the Lords. Remember, The Ramones had nothing of what sets the working class and world class apart. They had no advanced skill whatsoever. But they had manipulated with intention a sound, and that created a situation where the children of very wealthy Manhattanites began having sex with monsters. This divine blinding of many can only accurately be described as providence.

I’m telling you, it’s subtle, but it’s always about dynamics, EQ (emotional quotient) and manipulation of sound. Even when unplugged with an acoustic. The world class have complete control over the exact placement, force of strike, and only vary if required to achieve a deliberate, and distinct variance of sound. Spend six months actually practicing what you cannot currently execute and your standard as it stands today can be accessed without thinking via your subconscious. With this there can be no compromise.

CREATE YOUR OWN POND and they will come.

Less than optimal rigs can easily sound at best on par, and at worst, below average. Makes all the difference in the world. Kills your dynamics and causes great harm by eliminating transitory magic, and so on. You can suck and play the simplest parts and really not no how to play that well but with the right, and intentional sound, create greater magic than a player with every other accuracy down to a nanosecond and beyond if n that player is willing to sacrifice sound for technique. Bottom line, if your rig doesn’t demonstrate that it too is a living breathing entity, then you are only working with half life. Half life is much closer to dead, if you know what I mean. And the halfway to dead can simply say goodbye to conjuring, magic, dynamic energy, universal harmony, and very deliberate timber. No beginning. No middle. No finish. DEAD! May as well call it “Pasta, no sauce.” This you must intend to correct

If your intention is to mimic an already established and recorded sound, then you may find yourself in that very special place reserved only for virgins, the uninitiated, and those born with the increasingly prevalent, and most horrific disease of chronic “No Personality, No Time. Not Ever.” Which includes an express pass to, I forget what it’s called, but you’re most likely already there. You know, in limbo, living exactly halfway to Heaven, and halfway to Hell, with no chance of escape. Of course, if you’re cognitively impaired, you can’t tell the difference. You’re colorblind, and therefore much closer to Heaven. If it’s laziness, and/or willful ignorance, then not only are you lowering the bar, but you should probably get married. I know, I know, you already are. Can’t wait to meet the kids.

Look, I get it. I understand. But someone, sometime, has to be so delusional that he/she thinks he/she can solidify a landmark which should in turn raise the bar from flatline to pulse.

Why not start with you? I too am giving it a try.

Anyway, decided this weekend that I’m staying in Palm Beach County (Unless my company will let me work from Portland, Nashville, or Austin). Sadly the timing on my lease should perfectly coincide with the possibility of discovering a dual zoned foreclosure. The Devil is in the details. And the details are indeed a manifestation of God.

I couldn’t understand why anyone would feel sad, or sentimental about Gibson Guitar Company utilizing the same Art of restructuring that many use (A great example is US President Donald Trump.) to become rich or get richer.

Shouldn’t it be about the Art of making guitars?

I couldn’t understand without questioning our collective understanding of why people incorporate as an LLC (Limited Liability Corporation).

After further consideration, I decided to revisit David Graeber’s “Debt: The First 5,000 Years.”

Now I see why people would become sad or sentimental.

It seems that Debt is what many of us have agreed to be the bedrock of our society, and therefore the foundation of our morality.

By questioning this foundation of “morality,” isn’t that why Jesus Christ was actually crucified? Or have you not studied that part?

Isn’t that why we broke every treaty with Native America? They were far too enlightened for our idea of power structure. They too had to be crucified, ‘cause we’re cowboys.

I find it baffling.

Be that as it may, I definitely recommend Graeber’s book. The following is a tiny taste. HINT: We are a violent society made up of slaves and dogs.

“Freuchen tells how one day, after coming home hungry from an unsuccessful walrus-hunting expedition, he found one of the successful hunters dropping off several hundred pounds of meat. He thanked him profusely. The man objected indignantly:

‘Up in our country we are human!’ said the hunter. ‘And since we are human we help each other. We don’t like to hear anybody say thanks for that. What I get today you may get tomorrow. Up here we say that by gifts one makes slaves and by whips one makes dogs.’

… The refusal to calculate credits and debits can be found throughout the anthropological literature on egalitarian hunting societies. Rather than seeing himself as human because he could make economic calculations, the hunter insisted that being truly human meant refusing to make such calculations, refusing to measure or remember who had given what to whom, for the precise reason that doing so would inevitably create a world where we began ‘comparing power with power, measuring, calculating’ and reducing each other to slaves or dogs through debt. It’s not that he, like untold millions of similar egalitarian spirits throughout history, was unaware that humans have a propensity to calculate. If he wasn’t aware of it, he could not have said what he did. Of course we have a propensity to calculate. We have all sorts of propensities. In any real-life situation, we have propensities that drive us in several different contradictory directions simultaneously. No one is more real than any other. The real question is which we take as the foundation of our humanity, and therefore, make the basis of our civilization.”

“If history shows anything, it is that there’s no better way to justify relations founded on violence, to make such relations seem moral, than by reframing them in the language of debt — above all, because it immediately makes it seem that it’s the victim who’s doing something wrong.”

• David Graeber, Debt: The First 5,000 Years

To become

And remain

Full with emptiness

Quite a meaningful task

Earth today

And everyday

For as long as one

May have her last

Must I adapt and become a synthetic being?

Must I feel

As we dissipate

I love

So raise your flag

And hail our doom

This is your revolution

I AM

love

Must we hide the truth

As I dissipate

I love

And I love you

My sensory nightmare

My love for you

Left for dead

Must I feel

As I am erased

I love

Wide awake

Wide open

Educated

Educate

Bury this hole in my heart

I Love

And I love you

My sensory nightmare

Can you taste it

Do you hear

Are you blinded by revelations

Let me live

I love

Mother Earth

Must I adapt and become a synthetic being

Must I see red

Until my face turns blue

With no feeling

Just like you

No feelings

Just like you

Kill us all

This is your Revolution

I decided to walk, not run.

It was one of the only decisions I could make.

I was suffering from some sort of self induced coma.

I was searching for a knife.

I wanted to learn how to play guitar.

Along the way, I couldn’t bring myself to notice anything but the occasional scent of fresh cut grass, and gasoline.

Along the way I was worried that I’d never find anyone who could actually teach.

As for the knife I was looking for, I’d previously decided to purchase only a very particular brand of knife.

It would have to have a 10" blade, and be no longer than 15" in length.

It would have to be cut on a single plane, with no swells or bulges.

It would have to have false edges and grinds along the spine to reduce drag, and absolutely no added weights forward of the handle.

But most importantly, it would have to be made of titanium, no heavy metals.

My self induced coma, and all my previous running led me to believe I may find this particular brand of knife simply laying on the side of the road…

So I kept looking down.

After walking all day, and becoming quite burned from the Sun I decided to get back to my original plan and buy a knife.

I would need it later to figure out that damned guitar.

And if that didn’t work, well… then I’d have to find a hatchet.