OK, digging into the vaults again. Found an old tape I haven’t heard in years. My solo “ska” project. This is what I was doing during the summer after my senior year of high school. Well, I was doing a lot of things. But this is what I was doing in my basement late at night. Actually, I couldn’t have been playing the drums late at night.
This was done on a four track tape machine. I am playing guitar and drums and singing. I was learning. Maybe I was making this stuff in the time when The Lightweights had broken up.
This is the first song from a series of about five, I believe.
I try not to judge myself. :-/
What I mean is, this stuff feels so silly to me today, now, here, in retrospect, with my cat sitting on my lap, and the wild wind blowing things around outside. Yes, it is very unusually windy here in Los Angeles today.
Today, the autistic sixth grader I work with was using Google Earth and he asked me to type in the address of where I grew up. Even though I hadn’t thought of or written that address in years, it still came back to me clearly and quickly. Google Earth quickly brought us a crisp photo of the house - it looked the same, but different, a little bit more well manicured. When I listen to this song, I think of the basement of the house I grew up in with its grey rugs and its peach pastel / white walls.
