SuperSatellite ||

Music has become something of a focus for me lately for a number of reasons.  First, Josh and I re-established the connection between our servers, forging and rebuilding an empire of music that most radio stations would be envious of.  A nexus of musical accomplishments from all eras.  Originally my MP3 collection breached the 10,000 files mark.  A couple crashes took care of that, but so far I’m back up over 8500 and climbing rapidly.  Besides getting back old stuff I used to have from Josh, I found a nifty little site called AllofMP3.  It’s Russian (don’t worry, it’s in English), and of questionably legality, but it’s far more inexpensive than iTunes.  Look at it this way, it’s not like buying burnt CD’s out of the back of a white van in a dark alley, more like buying drugs from a pharmacist.  You assume he has all the needed licenses and such, and you don’t really check, you just buy your stuff and be glad it’s there.

Second, I just got a new acoustic modeler pedal for my guitar.  It was cheap, but it’s not half bad after I played with the settings on it for a bit.  It sounds as good as my Telocoustic, which I’ll be selling in favor of a full size acoustic.  I practice daily now, and have been keeping up with it quite effectively.  The best part, it’s showing.

Third, I learned Passion by The Nixons tonight.  Damn easy song.  It inspired me to record a cover of it though.  A recording that not only will never see the light of day, but has already been resolved to the island of lost bits on my computer.  The guitar came out all sorts of alright really, but my god I never knew I could sing so badly.  And not like “ew I can’t stand my voice” bad, but like “that guy from American Idol would piss on me, kick me, insult me, and remove my testicles and in the end I’d be better than when I started” bad.  I couldn’t hold a tune to save my life.  Fucking vocal cords and their utter uselessness.  How do people do it?  I think an angel lost it’s wings because of my attempt.  Well, I never could play and sing at the same time, now I have an excuse to never learn how.