The whole album project is on hold. I’ve been experiencing technical difficulties so to speak. Or to be more specific, my guitar was making these horrible humming noises around whatever electric field around. This is a common thing with Fenders though, and I have been well aware of this. That’s the achilles’ heal of the single coil pickups. So I handed it over to my guitar tech…no I am lying, I don’t have a guitar tech. I’m gonna let people at this guitar shop work it out. The most important thing being changing one of the single coil pickups to a humbucker. To be more specific I’m getting a Seymour Duncan SH-4 Jeff Beck Humbucker at bridge position. It should not only kill the humming, but also give a richer, fuller, fatter distortion and all of that. It’s gonna cost me a shitload of money and I’m not too happy about it. I’m supposed to pick it up at the end of the month and I’m really anxious to see how it turns out. If I’m disappointed I’m gonna smash that fucking guitar to pieces and just fucking give up music. I hate the long god damn road to finishing a demo album.

Okay, so now I have put down the drums for all 11 tracks. A job that could basically be done within a couple of weeks but which took me more than 6 months. I’m not sure what took so long. I guess I did just about everything BUT work on the drums. It sounds so cool when it’s done, but man what a drag it is to do them. Anyway, now I have to take a step back and look at what I have so far. It takes some time to catch up on everything. I have some guitar parts here and there, bass on half of the tracks and one song is just about done. I’m not sure if I’m going to remove all but the bass and drums and start over just to know where I am at. It shouldn’t take too much work. I was playing around with this song called “Willie Go” and what was supposed to be a simple guitar-distortion-rock song turned out to be a ska/reggae thing just because I fiddled around with the guitar sounds. That’s the sort of thing that can happen while recording. You start to look at the songs in a totally different light once the instruments are added and the song itself start coming to life.

But now I have to go to sleep because I have to fucking work. If I was a rock star I could work on this album all night long. Damn you. Damn me.

Sometimes you have to compromise and that is exactly what I have done in order to get my music out as soon as possible. Life won’t wait. Initially I had planned 14 tracks on the album. Then I went down to 12 and thought, great, because every song means major work. But today I decided to go with only 11 songs which is fine by me. This means some changes in the track list. I let “leaving town” go togheter with a couple of other tracks and instead I am putting in a newly written song that I call “Death of a Nation”. The lyrics goes down like this (so far):

Sirens are crying out there’s no doubt, the enemy is here to wipe them out
A full metal jacket cuts through the air, leaving yet a family in despair
The international community, is standing by the side ineffectively
Young men singing songs of unity, bringing them further from reality

Sniper fire echoes out and dies, the silence is broken by the victims cries
God has abandoned this awful place, where people are divided by faith and race
And everyone has turned a blind eye, while the images from cnn are flashing by
Families massacred on the streets, are becoming numbers among the casualites

I “only” have 4 more songs to which I have to lay down the basic tracks before I can start recording vocals and guitars. After that it’s time for mixing. I’m sure it’s gonna be great, sound like it was recorded in a 50 million dollar studio and be as valuable as water in the desert. I imagine girls come running, record label people waving money in my face and everyone I hate kissing my ass. Or at least something like that.

Alright, the titles of the tracks I have left are:

Cubital Fossa
Leaving Town
March 10
Sirens

I woke up at about 12 am today. Meanwhile my girlfriend has been up since 8 with our son, bathing, playing, feeding him, making breakfast for me and God knows what. The first thing I asked her when I woke up and managed to drag my sorry ass to the kitchen was “seriously, are you on speed?”. I wish I had at least 10% of her energy. I’m too tired, too anti social.

I’m sitting here infront of the computer writing and recording. It’s midnight and this is the time that I enjoy the most, alone, doing what I want to do. Isn’t it pathetic? I actually managed to put down the drums for song no 9. I feel pretty good about myself after all. If I could only get the drums done soon, I could wrap this album up pretty fast.

Oh, I got two new books that I have ordered. “Slash” autobiography and “Aerosmith”. I started of with Slash because he is my new idol. His guitar playing just blows my mind. I can’t play anywhere near that. He makes me feel like a loser.

I can’t believe it. I had the whole day to myself and I didn’t lift a finger. I just sat there, letting apathy take it’s course. I feel bad for not doing any recording. I just wasted the whole day away. If I had the slightest bit of character I could have recorded a whole song today. Damn me for being so lazy.

I’m gonna eat some Ben & Jerry’s now and watch TV.

Hey, how are you? Thank you I’m fine. I had a great new year celebration togheter with family. I got wasted on Bailey’s which was terrible. My dad nagged on and on about Santana, ordering me to play his songs, which got on my goddamn nerves. My father in law was drunk as a fish on Gin and I didn’t even pay attention to him. Mom was fucked up on everything and telling me all kind of spiritual stuff. She spent 20 minutes looking for her phone when going home and then found it in her jacket…which she was wearing all the time…and we even rang her up and told her the phone was in the damn jacket but she refused to believe it. My girlfriend was singing along to me playing some Guns N’ Roses tunes, which kind of impressed me because usually she doesn’t give a shit. Her brother and his girlfriend were bored out of their minds. It was a great new years eve.

I woke up with a stomach ache sure as fuck it was cancer and spent the first day of the year depressed to death. When the depression ceased (togheter with the stomach ache) and the hope of life returned I went down to buy some food.

I hate work. I don’t wanna work. I hate early mornings. I hate responsibility. I wish I wasn’t as poor as a rat, or I’d fly of to some desolate island in the caribbean.

See ya later loser.