Posts Tagged ‘#midimike’

A surprise April Fool’s Day Snow got to our goblin.

I have been pretty busy lately. I have been jamming on-line with my originals band “The Merchants of Death”. We have not played together in almost forty years! They were champs with handling the technology, but the latency or delay you get is a bit frustrating. A couple weeks ago – after all of our Covid 19 shots and waiting periods we got together and played live – IN THE SAME ROOM!

That was really very neat. Our on-line sessions have been a blessing during the lockdown and restrictions. Playing our old original songs and mixing them in with current cover tunes is just a perfect environment for me. I will share some of our recordings soon.

I also did a live recording session a few weeks ago. It was a cool project. I was to record the drummer playing in isolation as the drummer listened to a mix of the other recorded instruments and vocals! The drummer did an excellent job in following the band as drummers usually try to lead the band. The recordings were clean and after a little post production I sent the final tracks for assembly and final mix.

I have also been doing a lot of long-needed outdoor yard work and landscaping around my house. This winter and spring were bizarre. I wish I had posted these pictures earlier, but it is a challenge sometimes deciding which project to focus on. I hope you enjoy a look back at this year’s snow and blooms. All of these pictures were taken within a few days of each other. It was an amazing sight.

Setting up my drums for the first recording project of 2021!

Yesterday I overheard a conversation
Between your god and mine.
He said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this,
But I like your design”.

She must have thought that was pretty funny
Cause this was her reply:
“Can’t imagine letting them last forever
So they all had to die”.

“Is that why you closed the gates to Paradise,
To test their devotion”?
“Not at all. Just replaced Salvation with
Worthless Magic Potions”.

Magic Potions became the prize
Magic Potions kept by the wise
Magic Potions from broken math
Magic Potions choosing the path

This went on and on for a very long time.
Quizzing one another.
I just couldn’t help thinking, “what do you expect…..
From sister and brother”?

Magic Potions became the prize
Magic Potions Kept by the wise
Magic Potions from broken math
Magic Potions choosing the path

Yesterday I overheard a conversation
Between your god and mine.
SHe said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this
But it’s better than mine”.

It’s in the music we listen to as we block out the world.
Way beyond the images that flash upon our screens.
Somewhere much further than that is the angst we have created.
Comic book creatures come alive in colorful magazines.

Sure the fables and fairy tales end with stunning song and dance.
Your story will never get off the ground, it seems.
We all keep looking for something that is truly different.
Something you can easily fit inside your pre-paid dreams.

There is no denying what has been
Or we end up living it all over again.
No time to undo how we evolve
So we sit and listen With Quiet Resolve.

Amazed by how many beautiful things have never been heard.
You listen and listen to what has always been there.
There’s so much more to enjoy than a simple one two three four.
Overlooked by many still searching that won’t make the time to care.

There is no denying what has been
Or we end up living it all over again.
No time to undo how we evolve
So we sit and listen With Quiet Resolve.

Magical and mathematical as technical as they come.
What goes into the mix can’t possibly come back out.
Is there really a difference between sunrise and sunset?
When every whisper you’ve made becomes a deafening shout.

No time to undo how we evolve
So sit back and listen With Quiet Resolve.

Today for a brief time we got a bit of snow. So much for April Showers!

Wasting time, doing nothing, hoping something changes.
Posting videos, staring out windows, countless rearranges.
Repeating, then repeating, boring unending motions.
Live shielded, and well protected, invent your own emotions.

I have all the toys but nobody wants to play.
My imagination runs wild but rules get in the way.
Could be on top of the hill instead I’m racing up.
Always so thirsty though I carry a Bottomless Cup.

One on one, a little fun, when things get out of hand.
Say you’re sorry, what more could they want, I just don’t understand.
Grab the gold, forget the rest, riches here to fill your greed.
Heart and soul, often neglected, like so many left in need.

I have all the toys but nobody wants to play.
My imagination runs wild but rules get in the way.
Could be on top of the hill instead I’m racing up.
Always so thirsty though I carry a Bottomless Cup.

Leisure life, think of the past, the world takes care of you.
The unfortunate, crying life’s unfair, know what they need to do.
The worthless, sure are worth less, and simply not worth my time.
The foolish, and uneducated, are a dozen for a dime.

My wife and I have lived here for decades and visit a neighborhood park frequently. Another walk to the park yesterday and as usual we stop by the small fish pond. We have never seen ducks in this pond before. So we get to the pond and there is obviously a territorial challenge going on here. I did not start filming right away and missed the more dramatic displays. But this was still cool, especially after recently filming the Red Tailed Hawks training the young how to dive bomb ground targets by practicing on the parent!

Clearly, the challenger was not going to have an easy time, but that did not stop him from showing off his assets.

Enjoy another chance encounter with our feathered friends!

MIDIMike

I can remember sitting on the porch
At the end of a very difficult day.
Problem after problem pounding my head
Sometimes I couldn’t even hear my music play.

Thinking if I could sit down for a minute
But it takes more than a moment to catch my breath.
No one can put more pressure on me than me
Not even a matter of life or death.

Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes
When the panic level drops it reveals a better way
Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes
Singing the end to another wonderful day.

When forced to focus on the real things around us
It feels like so much is thrown in our way
Meadows turn to valleys and hillsides become mountains
Digging yourself deeper and deeper into dismay.

Today, I can listen to the Calm Wind Chimes
When the panic level drops it reveals a better way
Eyes closed listening to the Calm Wind Chimes
Singing the end to another wonderful day.

Storms have blown through and ripped things apart
Until you’d pray for the return of stifling heat.
It will rain for so long the very ground rushes away
As easily turn to snow and completely bury the street.

There are team mates that always have to win.
They cheat and break the rules and do it all over again.
Repeat to themselves over and over before they begin
Losing the game by playing fair is the biggest sin.

There’s nothing wrong with better equipment.
Give it all you got every time you hit the pavement.
If it ever took more than one-hundred and ten percent
When the coach says, ‘take him down’, you know what he meant.

Training buys a millisecond or two.
To cross the finish line first you have to know what to do.
Survivors don’t sit at home wishing and hoping it was true.
If you’re back’s against the wall, they’ll tell you what to do.

When you can’t beat ‘em fairly
Change the Game.
Find yourself slow and outmatched
Change the Game.
Placed a bet turned too far south
Change the Game.
The line of credit has just run out
Change the Game.

Change the Game when your opponent is prepared.
Change the Game or break it so it can’t be repaired.
Change the Game and just act like you never cared.
Change the Game don’t let them know you’re impaired.

Former partners must have played a similar game.
Taking credit for things that were in your name.
Pointing at others as if they were the ones to blame
Scavengers and vultures that won’t survive the same.

The path to Peanut Butter Hill in Lindner Park covered in snow 2021

This is a song I co-wrote with a friend of mine from Xenia, Ohio. I sent him the basic tracks via the Internet and he uploaded to his home studio. Scott Hadley from “The Little Hippies” then sang the vocals and helped with arrangement to make this song click. Then he added keyboard parts and harmony tracks and sent individual tracks back to me……

To help me with this song I asked a friend and The Merchants of Death band-mate Mike Wheeler to play bass guitar. He is in Dayton and got the tracks back to me faster than I could have driven there and back! He has a way of finding grooves within the melody of a song that ties it all together.

I wrote “Peanut Butter Hill” on 1-21-2021 as I was walking through the woods near our home. I take walks in the same park almost daily now that I am retired. We spent a lot of time here when our kids were growing up. Walking past a steep hill in the park next to a creek I thought I should write a song about this park. (Well, what about?) As I walked I started thinking that this song is not about me but about the kids that tried climbing the bare-mud side of the hill. A fence stood at the top where the real path was and at the bottom of the hill was a creek that remained mostly dry. Soon the melody hit me and I knew this was a song about peanut butter hill.

Decades ago I challenged my kids and all the neighborhood friends to climb up the hill – but they could not use their hands! When they failed and said it could not be done, I put my hands in my pockets and climbed to the top. So did my daughter TK. The hill is not what it was back then, but I think we were the only ones to meet the challenge, but everyone had fun trying!

“Peanut Butter Hill”

I am working on writing a new song with some friends over the Internet. Recording final tracks now and will release “Peanut Butter Hill” hopefully later this month. 2021 is off to a good start!