I might sing for my supper for you but I can’t right now
All right, I will completely admit I don’t know what I’m doing. You remember those songs I said I wrote in February? Last year when I did it, I was able to record all of them over the course of two days. Dunno why this year’s next to impossible — well, I do know why; the time I set for it in early March, my hard drive crashed. And then I just haven’t been able to finish anything.
But perseverance furthers, as it often says in the text of various I Ching hexagrams. And so, I think I finished a rough mix of one song, titled “I Will Sing for My Supper.” I was gonna try to do a better guitar part, but then the house where I’m staying started shaking, and the oontz oontz started bleeding through the mic, so I just said screw it and mixed it down with the wimpy and oh-so-tentative Jerry noodling I’d done.
Then I tried to post it here, only to find out that I need to do some WordPress “upgrade” — more like “upgrayedd,” with a double-d for exra pimpin’ — so I can post MP3 files here. Which is to say, um, sorry, once I figure this out or put some cash in my PayPal account, I’ll post some stuff and cut some other tracks.
No, I don’t suck, but sometimes some people might think I do. —Jackson Griffith