FAWM update: I really, really want to record my new songs, but ….
Crikers, and boo hoo, too. Last month I hunkered down with the guitar and wrote 14 songs for the annual FAWM.org project, and I’ve been champing at the bit to record them ever since. Unfurtunately, the week I’d set aside for that task, as I was house-sitting and had the space and solitude to do that, the hard drive on my MacBook took a powder.
I’ve been depressed ever since. On the good side, it’s given me time to really get inside the songs and work them around, which ultimately should make them better. But on the downside, dammit, I really want to record them, and I can’t, because the only recording vice I have access to that will allow me to multi-track and try out harmonies — my Mac, with its GarageBand application — isn’t up to the challenge.
Look, I really don’t want to be Johnny One-Note on this, but for me — or at least the creative, artsy fartsy spooky kooky hippie dippy wavy gravy part of me, the one that wakes up in the middle of the night and has to write or grab th guitar and work out the melodies that popped into my head — I need a functioning creative tool, which is to say that I need a reliable computer.
I’m not saying that this batch of songs will save my life, but I’ve definitely known the hardship of skipping meals this past year because I didn’t have the dough to eat, and I am reasonably convinced I’ve got some pretty great songs this time, maybe some of the best stuff I’ve ever written, and that I might be able to sell them to a publisher and make enough gelt to at least keep me in bean tacos and chips, maybe even lime Jarritos or Mexican Cokes, at Chita’s.
But without a functioning creative tool, or a creative tool (i.e., this MacBook) that I’m confident will allow me to record, mix down to MP3 and post on this blog, I’m SOL. This, as they say on the decks of ships, blows. Ah, if I don’t get round to it and you’re curious and around Sacramento, I’ll play the whole thing at Luna’s Cafe on Friday, March 19; we start around 8 p.m. and the cover’s $6 and it’s all ages so you can bring the kids.
Sorry if I sound like a broken record. I’d rather be making new records. —Jackson Griffith