Dumas’ Edmond and Haydee would have me believe that all we can do is hope and wait. Would this feed or starve Chance? On my road I’ve leaned on wheels of dependence, of impatience, and of longing. I remember being of the opinion that it fattened opportunity, yet I cannot recall fulfillment.
…guitar tone. Lead guitar tone. This Feb 3rd clip involves parking a wahwah pedal in a fixed position. I have used the wah before but never really experimented with parking it in a position. It’s placed to bring out the mids in this clip. Which helped achieve this tone prone to controlled feedback, which lets nearly any note ring on and on. I knew it was possible with a hollowbody electric! As well, two distortion pedals (Blues Driver, SD1), and a delay are used, going into a Fender Deluxe.
I’d say I’m even less trusting of Chance. Chance needs a flogging and I need another drinking row. I’d like to know her. I tickled Chance with 13 beers and a relocation, but I only lost my wings. I’d like to know her. However I won’t by the grace of Chance.
I’ll finally be back on it! Fall will be the time for travel. A trio that I vaguely remember. The east coast! 10 days. lobster.
more to come!
Today it feels like a dangerous thing, to live on all the possibilities of what could happen. There are so many things that you could be.
What the heck is happening anyway?
I could fear, distrust, adore, or hide from the person I will be tomorrow.
Ahhh.
A sweet ass rehearsal finished. This is an incredible feeling.
All I need now is faith in my musical equiptment, my tools. I can’t decide whether to stick with one amp which does everything somewhat well (what I have now) or building up a rig piece by piece which would narrow the sound down to exactly what I like.
There was a time where my current “swiss army” amp was a great idea. But I think that was the time where I had to explore sounds, looking for the ones that suited the music.
Now that I know the sound. Is it time for the real thing?
I’d like to take this opportunity to invite anyone in my area (Aurora) to see Lyme perform this sunday, July 15th at the Aurora Town Hall.
How can one day be so good and the next so bad?
I can’t help but compare. I can’t help living relative.
My own senses and realizations keep leaving me battered.
High and Low.
Hmm,
has anyone noticed?… (I never did)
the love shaped hole in my head and heart.
Dybbuk I agree entirely. It is amazing what the mind filters out.
The sky was incredible today. It teased me with rain for hours and then finally gave in. I sat on a thirty foot pile of firewood and just stared. If I could just know what comes before my senses.
(nothing or everything?)
Of course I know this is absolutely impossible. but I can stay on this road for a while, for years, for a lifetime.
Knowing I’ll never get past my senses.
There’s other things to tear down anyway, besides the senses.
I’m the sum of all that’s in the way of what I cannot see?
what else am I the sum of?
the sum of my perception. of my senses. of my filters.
It seems about once a day I look around and realize how amazing it is that I can sense what I can sense. and how vivid the world is. even with my weakening eyes, tennitis filled ears…how fortunate I am to hear the newly hatched doves, and the dump truck rolling down wellington street.
life imploding, life exploding.
tick tock tick tock
what’s the deal with this stall?
I understood time better when it wasn’t there. ryan is right. time is all around now.
