Mike Wich and I finished “Closer” finally, after only about 2 final mixes. This is the first time in many years that Mike and I have written a song together. He’s played on some recent songs of mine, but as far as writing together, let’s just say I’m pretty sure Ronald Reagan was still the President.
For those that didn’t see my prior posts about how we were writing the song, Mike wrote the music, I wrote the lyrics and melody. Mike played all the instruments and programmed the drums and I added the vocals.
It’s the first of several concept tunes we’re doing for an album currently titled “Obsessions”. This one is about those people that are totally and nearly psychotically driven to be as close to a tornado as possible.
Here it is in it’s entirety:
For those folks out there that thrive on the techie stuff, here’s what Mike said about how it was done:
For this tune, I wrote the chord progressions then Vic wrote the lyrics and melody. When that was done, I recorded all the tracks and added a final cut of Vic’s vocals.
Vic’s work was done with his brand new mic, a Sennheiser E835, an Edirol UA-4FX USB interface and Kristal.
Mine was done in my MRS-802, with my usual Ibanez guitar, Peavey bass, Roland Juno-D keyboard and Beatcraft for drums. Everything was mixed in Kristal.
We’re probably going to have a final mix with a backing vocal shortly, but I’ll just update the file when I do with a quick note about it here.
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The next song will be a bit cathartic for me. I’m going to tackle a stalker (not literally).
I’m my past I’ve had someone who said they were in love with me that wouldn’t leave me alone. As heartless as I may sound, there’s no easy way to put this: she bordered on psychotic though years later I found out it was more specifically “alcoholic”.
Now I’m not the tall dark and handsome type, and I’ve never been that guy that always has a date, a hot car or a high paying job for that matter. I’m about as average as they come. So how could I have ended up with a stalker, you ask?
As it turned out, it was kind of a wrong place wrong time sort of thing. Why would I consider it stalking as opposed to just “affectionate pursuit” ? Ha ha ha, well…
Weeks afterward, she made multiple calls to my house every 10 minutes between 9:00PM and 2:00AM several days a week. In those days call blocking didn’t work across state lines, and she used my business phone that I had tied to multiple advertisements so I couldn’t cancel the number. Answering machines were analog back then, and she filled up a tape every two nights.
It got to the point that I had to call her local police lieutenant to send someone round. Get this: she called me to tell me they were there and that she wasn’t going to answer the door. Yeah, how frustrating is that?
Finally, after calling my office and reaching every single one of my staff multiple times a day (this went on for a good week), my Manager called me into the office and had the brilliance to say “These calls have to stop. Tell her not to call here.”
I was dumbstruck by such a creative suggestion.
I also think she (the stalker) had something to with me losing that job I’d had for 11 years, but hey, that’s the way it goes. After a while she finally did stop calling.
That was in 1997. Since then I’ve gotten married, moved across the country, and 2 years ago on New Years Eve the phone rang.
Guess who?
My number’s now unlisted.
Thanks for putting up with that long story, but I felt it was important to show how dramatic events in one’s life can foster creativity.
I’ll break out some outlines for the song in my next post.
V
