Today I got back to an 8-track rebuild project I was working on this winter. It never got finished, thanks to the snow. But I go the deck put back together so at least I could use it as a console and utilize the pre-amps. The deck was an 8track recorder. A Tascam 388. And as I know that the preamps aren't the most amazing, they are 30 years old and if I can utilize a couple clean ones, I can probably make some records off of it in the house.
Which reminds me, there's something about the vamps I put down in the house. They groove, they resonate with people more and I notice this. Maybe I resonate better as a music composer in my home? I'm not really sure. If you listen to the new Fear The State song "Meet Our Maker" I sang the riff in the yard. Somewhere on my computer it's labeled "yard riff". Pretty elementary, but just like that school of rock movie where Jack Black and Kyle Gass have a scene where they don't hit the recorder to catch the greatest song in the world...I've been there and I've missed it. So now I do silly things like talk into my voicemail...video tape the chair so I can here the new song I wrote just now, and other wild things of that nature. It may seem silly, but it's the way musicians work. This one seems to have worked out well.
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