As I may have mentioned before, when I was in high school, I wrote some music.
I recorded several CDs with a few of my friends, just for fun.
This week, I decided it might be fun to try to clean up some of the recordings and post them on the interwebs.
Turns out, that won’t be happening.
First of all, the recordings are really pathetic quality.
I never learned the first thing about audio mixing, so everything is overdriven, there are nasty pops all over the place, and in more than one case, the audio rapidly pans back and forth between the left and right channels for no reason at all.
But there’s more.
Looking back, I’m probably the worlds worst lyricist.
I was Emo before Emo was cool (was Emo ever cool?).
All my songs follow the exact same basic formula (Verse-Chorus-Verse-Chorus-Bridge-Chorus), and never really express anything at all.
All of this makes me laugh and cry at the same time.
One of my favorite recording sessions was with my buddy Alex.
Alex came over one afternoon and he jammed on the piano while I rocked the guitar.
It’s all instrumental stuff.
But for some reason, we decided it might be cool to layer a ton of distortion on the piano, and just keep the guitar clean.
Now, Alex was (and still is) one heck of a musician, but because of this distortion experiment, even I can only listen to about 30 seconds of the recording before I get a migraine headache.
For all these reasons, I’ve decided it’s for the best just to pack everything back up in the old shoebox, and send it back from whence it came.