I'm dipping my multi-faceted hobby toe back into musical waters this evening. Last weekend, my best friend and I reprised our musical venture of recording interesting covers of rock and pop classics. To make them interesting, we transpose them to other musical genres - The Model by Kraftwerk in a ragamuffin stylee for example. That one works remarkably well, by-the-way.
I was around at his last Saturday, ostensibly for a haircut - not off him, off his missus, who's a fully-qualified stylist and coiffeuse. I wouldn't let him cut my hair. Do I look stupid? What's that? No, apart from the hair? Oh, yes, very good. Anyway, we took the opportunity to record a version of Ace Of Spades that we've been working on for...oh about five years. It was fun recording it, and as it had been percolating for so long, we both had strong opinions about how it should sound, which always helps. The whole endeavour really rekindled my enthusiasm.
As luck would have it, the wife's out tonight, carousing with former colleagues, so I've planned a night in front of the computer with my guitar, bass and mandolin. To maximise studio time, I'm not even going to cook. It's straight home via the local Spar, whip up a cold supper and hunker down. I can't wait.
It's rare that one is able to cause one's younger self some green-eyed envy, but this is one of those situations. I have a good computer, several good guitars, a good bass, a wonderful mandolin, a comfortable and rangy home in which to work and plenty of expensive Belgian beer to help the creative juices flow.
Ahh, be still my beating heart.
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