I was walking around inside the house this afternoon and started singing this little phrase with words that made no sense, apropos of nothing. I kind of liked it. So I figured out something to play on the guitar to accompany the voice and recorded a little thirty-second thing that sounds like a happy old blues song or something. I even sang the words kind of garbled and unintelligible in an attempt to sound unlike myself, which isn’t something I’ve done much of in a long time. Singing unlike myself, I mean. Although, if this new Papa Ghostface album ends up happening, I may have to experiment with trying on some different voices like I used to back in the day.
I have so many MiniDV tapes and CDs full of ideas and songs in various states of completion, it’s ridiculous. As soon as I have a still camera I’ll take a picture of them all so everyone can see just how ridiculous it is. And the songs keep on mutating the longer I wait to record or mix them.
A few weeks ago I recorded something that’s basically a ballad, assuming I would leave it as an unadorned acoustic piece. Yesterday I found myself thinking about overdubbing drums, and maybe some slide banjo and other things. I didn’t get around to trying it today, but I will sometime during the week. I think the drums will be pretty subdued — just kick, snare, and tambourine.
I also need to mix an “unreleased” version of “Puppet Shoot Puppet” that may be superior to the one that ended up on PAVEMENT HUGGING DADDIES in some ways. I’ve only got about fifteen tracks left to mix for the out-takes collection, which may seem like a lot, but compared to how much there was to do before it’s not too intimidating. Maybe I’ll even be able to get it all done by the end of the month and then get to work on figuring out how to design the CD cases/jackets/booklets and things. Fun in the sun.
The other day I sat out on the porch for a while playing twelve-string guitar. I guess it’s technically an eleven-string at the moment. A cute little girl who looked to be three or four years old was playing with a pink inflatable ball on the front lawn of the house next door. She kept coming over and looking at me like she was wondering where all the sound was coming from.
She also kept throwing her ball onto the road so her mother would have to go fetch it, because she found it amusing. She would look to see if anyone was paying attention, and if they weren’t looking at her she would give the ball a little underhanded toss off of the grass. Then she would look at her mother feigning surprise, as if the ball had taken on a life of its own and somehow got away from her. It was pretty funny. Sadly, her mother caught on and told her if the ball ended up on the road one more time she wouldn’t be allowed to keep playing with it.
All of this inspired me to come up with an idea on the guitar I’m pretty sure wouldn’t have been born otherwise. It needs words, and I have a feeling they’ll be slow to show up for this particular piece of music, but I like it.
The most important discovery of the day was that there is such a place as Wagga Wagga, Australia. I had no idea. I think that’s a great name for a city. “Welcome to Wagga Wagga!” It has this exotic ring to it, like something out of a movie. You’d think it was something a screenwriter made up, but no. It exists.