Monday, November 25, 2013

I spent about six months painstakingly working, bit by bit, on a recording of a cover.  A cover of an obscure song that I have loved a long time, and thought no one knew.





Only to find out that it was covered, really well, by a band beloved by all of my pals and acquaintances.




I know why people throw their master tapes into the Mississippi.

How do I scramble my electrons?  It's sitting on a solid-state drive. . . .


fuck my life, as the kids say

4 comments:

Mister Parker said...

Just remember, when the sun burns out and the human race vanishes from the universe like a soap bubble, even the Beatles will be forgotten. So finish your cover, take pleasure in it, let your friends and audience take pleasure in it, sell it for millions of dollars and retire to a beach in the South Pacific. We'll all be dead soon enough.

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

Mr. Parker, I must insist there is no need for the human race to disappear just because our sun does -- there are a million bazillion other suns and plenty of science fiction books telling us how to get there. Still, I am reminded of an old classmate (who went on to write many books), whose first venture experienced a similar uncanny freaky whammy. My bud came from Texas and was haunted by a story idea, that turned into an idea for a novel, based solidly on his close observations of a bizarre subculture that had developed around a big ol' Pasadena bar and it's ... mechanical bull. Oh yeah, he wrote & rewrote that book, finally sent it off to an agent and that very week saw the first ads for Urban Cowboy. At least that's how I remember the story, and I believe it too. And I told Jay the same thing Mr. Parker's telling you. But did he listen to me? No! Also -- another analogy: The Civil War. How many amazingly fine books have been written about the Battle of Antietam? The Battle of Gettysburg? 6,487,326, that's how many, and half of them are great and worth reading. To say there's only room for one great interpretation of the song that moved you is like saying there is only room for one interpretation of Gettysburg. Ha!

Lupner said...

I wanna hear it!

Gen. Buck Turgidson said...

Oh no you don't.


Just listen to the ^%#&$**&$ Cheap Trick cover. . . .