1. I've been playing guitar the whole morning... I played a lot of U2 songs which I thought I had forgotten, but no ... Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, Tomorrow, Wild Honey, Original Of The Species, Spanish Eyes... all great songs to play on guitar, and all rediscovered today. My fingers bleed (literally) after a full morning switching between eletric, spanish and acoustic guitar, but... A funny morning it's been
  2. Anyone?
  3. I'm also having a nice morning. Yesterday this house's recording capabilities were expanded greatly. I now have a condensator microphone, audio interface and microphone stand, pop filter and cable for the microphone.

    Finally I have good recording capabilities for vocals, electric guitar and acoustic guitar, and anything else that you can record with a microphone. This, will be FUN

    Drew: Hello!
  4. Originally posted by Mr_Trek:I'm also having a nice morning. Yesterday this house's recording capabilities were expanded greatly. I now have a condensator microphone, audio interface and microphone stand, pop filter and cable for the microphone.

    Finally I have good recording capabilities for vocals, electric guitar and acoustic guitar, and anything else that you can record with a microphone. This, will be FUN

    Drew: Hello!

    Hey hey! All sounds good!
  5. But of course my voice just had to be shit today How have you been?

  6. Yeah pretty good now that work has finally finished for the week. Finally.


  7. How's your song coming?

    EDIT: Acrobat just really sucks.


  8. I've been waiting the whole morning for someone to post something that deserved this pic as an answer, but I didn't find it so... general chat, way to go
  9. I'll edit my above post so that I deserve it.^

  10. Haven't done much with it and not sure where to go next, yet with it.

    Nobody in sight and nary a bump in the night
    Nor any noise 'cept for a busker with no well-earned applause
    The bricks were still and the movement was nil
    Wind absent and the warmth heaven-sent
    Two friends uninterested in the night's end
    Sounds of arriving feet, the few left to disipitate
    Taken by winds of change in the distance

    One lonely soul singing to survive with his money bowl
    Looking to sing another day, through another day
    Sing for the moment, sing for the soul, sing to achieve his goal
    Of that he just can't fathom another day of famine

    Young child lost on the street corner, miles from home
    Lost, so alone, broken and aching, cold and shaken
    She weeps whilst the unaware city sleeps
    In their own dreams.


    I think I'll leave it as that...it's more a spoken poem than a song. I think I'll record it.
  11. Go for it! Great words.