I'm making some headway.
I've been working on this record since 2006...Old demos surfaced during the Myspace era. Songs like "The Plastic Folks" and "When I'm A Maggot" were some of my primitive recordings. Nothing fancy, singing out of key. The idea was there though. None of that material is on this record.
The attitude is the same, just more refined. The audio quality is still shit. Familiarity. Out of some twenty-odd songs only eight made it to this phase. It's strange how one can grow out of their own material.
Mixing has been a pain in the ass, especially with the god awful recording setup I've got. There's hissing, popping, and all that stuff audiophiles loathe. But it's raw. It's real. Everything single bum-note and awkward vocal phrase is ME. It's genuine. And that's all I've ever had going for me I suppose.
But who the hell am I?
I'm a white kid from the burbs. I grew up in a trailer park and am, to the best of my knowledge, the only musically-inclined member of my immediate family. I've played with bands at all the venues the "in" kids have played at. I've suffered through Paycheck's Lounge. I've seen teenagers mosh to "Faultline". I've shared the stage with some of the most talented and kind-hearted people I've ever met.
My music resume includes the bands DEAD LETTERS, FACTORY GIRLS, and currently SUPERBOMB. But does that matter? You tell me. I have no idea. There are dozens of people in this scene who have no idea who I am...and that's something I've struggled with over the years. How do you make an impact as a musician? Especially as a solo musician...
Especially in Detroit...
I suppose that takes hard work, time, and dedication.
Anyway, four of the songs are done. The others are close.
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