This weekend . . . it seems we’re all in!
Lucy has put a few logs on the fire, for that extra spacial ambiance . . . and our home is now cleaned from top to bottom, as we worked on it after dinner . . . for hours . . . a big home . . .
While vacuuming around the studio room, I took a few minutes to gaze at my disconnected set-up. Edirol audio USB capture, purchased a couple of years ago . . . destined to be the brains, disconnected from the heart . . . a tiny Boss Dr Rhythm, for those block rockin’ beats, and the critical piece . . . a Korg DW-8000, which is the chunkiest analog keyboard from 1986, although it speaks in electrical language . . . I got that beauty before I met Lucy.
I remember jamming with a buddy way, way back when I rented a Yamaha DX-7 and I think it was . . . an Oberheim drum machine from Steve’s Music. Man we had a great weekend. Tunes were emanating from the strangest riffs. We recorded nothing. Funny . . . I just checked out Steve’s Music again and saw a Fender Telecaster ad. I had one of those, but sold it [bang head here] . . . although my self-given Father’s Day present, a $100 Chinese Finder StatoCraster should be a cool guitar to play . . . once I hold it in my hands for the first time!
Lucy tapped me knowingly on the shoulder, so I continued vacumming.
Here’s Agent Joe 90 now . . . I can hear the turbines coming up the driveway. Nerfy got the door . . . good.
Oh, Agent Pete 8 . . . the above song was for you. I got in a while back, so the song was rather fitting. We need to talk about how you made the choice . . . but we have forever to talk about it.
I must go to welcome Agent Joe 90 now.
Source: queen – the prophet song