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Hi friends,
When I first started learning recording at around 13 years old I left the microphones on Dad's drums.
This was recorded August 5th 2011
. I added bass, vocals and synths just before Fathers day this year.
Link below for download .
Occasionally on Sundays, Dad and I played together a while after Sunday dinner and to exhaust ourselves (or get a ringing ears after just a quarter of an hour) and get hungry enough for Chinese or Indian takeaway. I wish I could still eat that stuff without getting itchy.
Anyway, on one occasion I happened to record us because my laptop was in the garage so why not?
I think back then we'd have been disappointed listening back as my production "skills" turned the everyone into lackluster players. And never listened or recorded ourselves again which is very sad because if I'd known just how much difference the knowledge and gear causes then I think I'd have recorded us every jam.
I found this recording just before father's day whilst searching for recordings of my old songs that I want to recreate.
And I thought how sad it is that dad has never heard himself recorded properly and doesn't realise what a difference there is from the source to final product.
So I thought it would be nice to add in bass guitar, and vocals and synths to our jam and then edit the sounds with all the knowledge I've gained since so he could have a bit of an idea.
It's still not fair because this was on cheap microphones, only one (instead of two) for the cymbals so therefore they're not panned left and right and will get in the way. Only the rack and floor tom had microphones on and the floor Tom's microphone was broken!!
And the ride cymbal kept hitting the right crash cymbal stand whenever it was hit hard but at least it's a lot better than the dry original recording.
About?
The song is originally about how we got away from the horrible area we lived in but still have horrible dreams about it and any sound here can trigger PTSD. And of course a bad dream about that place can cause a bad day I think for Dad and for myself and we’re back in that place.
But I’ve realised because not so specific it could even be about the good stuff from the past you don’t have in present and you get sad thinking about them. So the “BELLS” can be good or bad stuff. Originally it was just bad stuff though and specifically it was the hours of dodgy Church Bells whilst the gun club was active from 830am - 2pm every Sunday where we lived that were the fricking icing on the cake after a week of neighbours pointless noise bored of cutting leaves off hedges with chainsaws.