Monday, January 30, 2012

The Technology Gods Have Smiled Upon Us!



Yesterday, the technology gods truly smiled upon Not Otherwise Specified.  After several months of work, Jay has his home studio up and fully running, including a HD video cam and Skype connections.  To our surprise and excitement, we can actually hear each other over this connection and can play multiple instruments without feedback or distortion.  1000 miles just became a much smaller distance.  Things should begin to move more rapidly now, not only on the songs we have been working on, but with the new ones we hope to write in cyberspace.  We'll keep you posted!

Take care,
Craig

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Skeletons in the Studio



It's been a while since my last update  The holidays and life in general have created a long string of priorities more important than playing with my guitars  After about two months of writer's block, however, I finally have a full working skeleton of Anthem. Well, skeleton is a bit of an understatement. More of a skeleton with a 23 minute circulatory system, nervous system, wimpy musculature and a little bit of skin.  In the words of Dr. Frankenstein, "It's ALIVE!!!"

I was so excited to listen to it in its entirety that I bounced it down to my iPhone so I could play it on my drive to poker night (what a fun way to lose $20). I get in the car, plug it in, and . . . silence. Then organ. . .  23 minutes of organ. . .  I left the track solo'd when I bounced the song. Very disappointing.  Needless to say I did a proper bounce this morning and I am pretty happy with the results.  

Jay is getting his studio up and running.  We had a chance to work together during my recent trip to NY.  I'm really excited about the direction this project is heading. The next album looks to be significantly more sophisticated, developed and proggy than Judgment. Longer songs, more rhythmic complexity, dripping with wholesome prog goodness.  Hopefully destined to become an important part of a healthy prog diet.   Come on . . . clean your plate. . . there are listeners starving in Europe. . .