Just sharing a new song I’m working on. I’m probably going to leave the mastering to someone else however I’m experimenting with the sounds for now. My goal is to have 12 completed tracks by May 2015, mixed and mastered and placed on USBs. In addition by that time I am also attempting to finish my second installment of While Waiting a compilation of short stories I wrote. I will also attempt to flesh out my play into a children’s book, but I’ll let you guys know more about that later.
I have several projects lined up, working on them and my biggest enemy is Procrastination. Today however I woke up early, put on my boxing gloves and smacked the living hell out of my bag. With new energy and soon to be sore body, I am ready to finish all pending projects and do it in record time. I’ll be posting my progress when I deem them noteworthy.
Leave some comments on the song, I’d appreciate feedback and if you guys know of someone who wants to master these babies then let me know. We could do a collaboration or I would be more than willing to pay a reasonable price for some pro work. Anyhow, here it goes!
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SONG BACK STORY:
Patrick was conceived in Venice Beach California. I was on a 11 month journey with a fellow world traveler, Evan Kerl, where we lived in the Cali area in a van for roughly 3 months. During our time we did street performances, recorded some of the shittiest music on the face of the planet, took cold assed showers in public beach showers and met a homeless drummer by the name of Patrick. He eventually schooled us in the happenings of Venice Beach Bum RV community. The guy was something out of a western flick and if you were to walk the Promenade and Santa Monica you’d recognize a bunch of the references. The second verse deals with the vast amount of wealth that is surrounding Santa Monica. The extreme contrast of poverty and wealth is shocking. We dined with queens and ate with beggars. This song is in honor of those times and as the final verse goes:
Ashes to Ashes, Dust back to Dust, Even the Metal with Fade back to Red Rust…
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