Joined: Dec. 2007
||Posted: Mar. 07 2010, 02:24
Reality check. Even if a guy like MO abandons music and is 56, sailing his golden years out there........you would expect him to have a git. It's like, if you've been playing your whole life, you feel naked without some instrument, even if you never intend to return to it proffessionally. I hope I'm wrong, but I think ya'll need to set your expectation levels down 2 or 3 settings. I think Fan made a reference to a studio, but I'm a guy who sees things realistically. I give it one chance in 10 that he will do one more. On the other hand he's a prankster. You never know. That thing with the bucket of vinegar he used on Branson in '74 was funny. But he better hurry, if he's serious. I smoke and drink for 30+ years. If I make 56 it's a godamn miracle. I'm just saying, the Fan thing is cool but don't start thinking up album names yet. And MO "covering" other band's songs, forget it. I know this guy(not personally), but if he goes out with one more recording, he will go out in a blaze of original glory. You can quote me on that if and when it happens. One telecaster does not an album make.....yet we are dealing with a guy who can make a studio with a finger snap. I suppose thats a positive note to leave on.
In my own world, I've moved all my gits, mixers, synths, etc. to my new clean dwelling. Given my speed at organizing it all(and what still works), I may start composing again. I had an agenda, to make a one hour CD by age 50. I don't think that's realistic now. I'll be 49 in August. If I can train my dog(Eddy) to not be so emotionally needy, I might acheive that goal by 51 or 52. Pray for this toobs. I want it. But the truth is.....Eddy(don't ask me why) seems more important. I will never deny him affection. If he ever slams me in the leg with a rubber froggy, I will defer to that and play with him. I have never seen a human give that quality of affection. And yes indeed I've had my fair share of women(not lately, I got old) Ya'll be cool.
We raise our voices in the night
Crying to heaven
And will our voices be heard
Or will they break Like the wind