At 10:44 AM,
Star Drifter posted the following:
My girlfriend got me a kickass bass guitar for Christmas. Black. Ibanez. It just doesn't get
cooler. Her mom got the coolest strap for me too. Funny thing is, her mom bought the strap right in front of me and I didn't even see her do it. Anyway, the Craven stuff has been on hold for a while, so that I could pull my shit together and make it through the holidays. The inclusion of live bass will mean two things: more control over it during mixing (since it's not attached to the drums any more), and only one track each per drums, vocals, guitar, and bass. I may have to get in the habit of ping-ponging things, but I'll still have to choose between two "vocals" or two guitar tracks.
The bass has been sort of easy to pick up. I know where everything is after five years of guitar, and several friends who play bass. Playing drums for what's going on 17 years now has given me rhythm.
Harmony Central has helped immensely as well, with their links to "how-to" sites. I picked up a Joan Jett song in about 10 minutes, and was eventually even adding my own touches here and there. It is suffering a little "new guitar syndrome" when I try to play a C on the third string, but I'm working on it. Besides, this just means I get to break it in.
Joan Jett is a goddess, by the way. But I'm going off topic.
On top of the Craven project, Greenadder and I have been discussing a tag-team effort on another eight song album. Given his ability to create incredable trance-ish, happy hardcore like songs and my debaucherous, Labatt's riddled life of hedonism, we're going to do four songs each and call it a "split." Him good. Me evil. Evil is harder to do than it used to be.
Craven-wise, I'm thinking maybe I'll work on a song, which will maybe go into act two. I have lyrics written, but it wasn't intended for this project. Still, it could work for me, in the way that my themes get more inspired by what I write than I inspire myself to write a theme. "Violence (Solves Everything)" is its title, and yeah - it's going to be a sarcastic one. All violence really does is leave a person crying in a pool of his own feces, asking why any/every sublime deity abandoned him and everyone else abandoned him, and generally botching an entire life up. Listen to the man with the guitar, kids - violence doesn't solve everything.