Oh, goodness, I gots me 2 projects going on at once. Here's the next installment of the mystery-project, y'know, the one where I'm not tellin' anybody what it's about. But, as I said earlier, the answer to the darn thing is hidden in plain sight. It sure is.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Similar to the first Song of the Hill (see the entry from 4/29 for the back story), I was lying in bed, all sleepy, when this version of the song came to me. It's the same song, but a different version. I'm coming to the realization that I'm writing a requiem album for this poor, nice hill, that's getting ripped up. I'm very sad. Pictured above is the newest flier that I posted across the street from the destruction. I'm a sad camper. I'm doin' everything I can think of for that poor hill, and it still doesn't feel like enough. But, at the same time, I feel as honored as all get-out to be receiving these songs from that nice hill. Like I said earlier, I hope I do right by you, friend.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Take a look at the blog entry below (from 4/29) for the full description of how I derived this song (if you haven't seen it already). (Then come back to this one (if you want).)
The song in this entry is basically a cover of the original song from 4/29 (but I included the original recording below it, for reference).
In news about the hill across the street from me...I think it was a few days ago that the soul of the hill finally left. I can tell...the soul of the hill just ain't there anymore. It no longer looks anything much-at-all like the picture below. I'm not gonna post what it looks like now, because that might be too traumatic to the average viewer. It sucks to live here and see the destruction happen on a daily basis. In any event, the picture above is my most recent flier that I'm posting on telephone poles and such to rebel against the assholes that are ripping out all the trees and ripping the hillside apart. It refers to the fact that I used to hear coyotes at night on that hill on a weekly basis. Not anymore. I don't know why rich developers have to destroy everything and us average citizens have nothing we can do about it.
In any event, I recorded a second version of the song. It's probably not hard to figure out how I made the vocals and guitars sound all weird.
It's odd, because in one sense, this new recording sounds a little bit more like how the song sounded when the hill originally sung it to me than the original recording...and in some senses, it sounds a little less like how it sounded when the hill originally sung it to me.
I feel sad that the hill's spirit has gone away. But I hope the spirit of the hill and all the trees are having a good time in Heaven.