This blog is devoted to the band The Really Good Pot Roast.
The guitars are roughed in.
The drums are mocked up for the first two verses and choruses (chorii? Choruseseses?)
Vocals… not so much.
Lyrics: Only partially done, but well on their way to inadvertent homo-erotica.
Our wives are finished with their pampering. This session will be paused until we return from lunch with them.
To Be Continued…
Rob and I are in the same place, at the same time.
Our wives are out getting pampered and otherwise enjoying themselves without our senseless blathering about music. So Rob and I are doing the only logical thing.
A new Failing Live session.
We’ve got 90 minutes.
We are go.
I think I’m in hour #3. I say this because my wife is home from the gym. I’m giving it 30 more minutes, then posting the output and moving on. I’m not hugely in love with this song, but it’s a good effort for
2 3 hours.
I should have done that.
Lyrics are done. Keep in mind that there was a gap in time in posts. I’m an hour in right now. I’ve cut the minstrel’s song down to 2 8 line verses, a prechorus, and a repeating chorus line. I have my chord progession for the verses and chorus. The bridge is a fucking mystery still, but I’ll fake it. I have enough to go on now.
I’m guessing ad drumbeat lengths. Slapping together progressions to see if the timing matches the guitar line I have. Much like communism, this is a fair idea in theory, but rarely works out as planned in real life.
This post is late. I keep forgetting to stop occasionally and post here. I’ve started 3 set of lyrics I hated. Dug into my failed archive, found a set I kinda like. They need heavy revision, because for whatever reason, I thought I was writing a freaking 18 minute long minstrel’s song with 20 verses. The axe is dropping, and editing begins.
Fuck if I know where they are.
Okay, proceeding without capos.
Today, I’m trying an experiment. I’m going to liveblog song writing. I’m going to write a song this morning. we’re not going for gold here. Just a song. Not sure what it will be, but I’ll sit down, and write. As I add elements, I’ll post here. This could be a live disaster. This could be okay. This could be a bunch of posts about how I have no ideas so I sat around with my guitar playing ‘Where Is My Mind’ by the Pixies over and over again. But I’m going to try this. And you can all watch me fail in real time.
I have 2 hours.