He has poor pitch so he depends on me to help him out. I don’t mind, really. I wrote my post after the 10th time I heard “Sister Goldenhair”.
Plus he’s half deaf from playing out when he was younger ]]] zette
If he’s half deaf from playing out, how long ago was it?
Consider a visit to an audiologist and an (ear doctor) whatever the hell the medical name is)
The ears protect themselves from loud volume, by secreting wax to block the ear canal. His ‘half deafness’ may be nothing more than that, and you can’t clear the blockage with your, well lets just say it ain’t safe to stick things in your ears.
The doc’ll clean 'em out right, and safely too.
Then the other one will give you a hearing test. Just a series of tones, played into either or both ears.
You’ll get a volume and frequency printout of the actual measured response, of your own hearing.
Set your equalizer to balance that spectrum, and you have custom ‘flat response’, balanced to your own ears.
Either of these is worth the price.
You get your eyes checked when you can’t see right don’t you?
Clearing a blocked ear will also help clear up the poor pitch problem.
You can’t hit pitch right unless you can hear yourself well.
Listening to ten sister golden hair surprises in a row certainly qualifies for some kind of prize, doesn’t it?
How about a horse with no name?
I confess to never tiring of hearing someone sing Croche’s ‘operator’, but of course, never heard it ten times in a row.
I think the worst I’ve gotten personally, was a local bar ‘theme song contest’.
My writing partner and I came up with an entry, I did the music, he did the lyrics.
We followed the kiss rule, since we had to play the entry at the bar/coffeehouse, live.
Keep it simple stupid.
Acoustic blues guitar, vocal, and harmonica.
I made up my part, rhythm guitar, then called Rob. Wha’cha got for words?
He came over, we cut four takes live, one after the other. Take two was good, three was excellent. We entered.
So the recording took four takes, the practice to re-do it live took 26.
I wanted to have it down to the point that I could play it, in any mental or physical condition. I might forget and fuckup, but my hands would keep on playing till I remembered. It worked too.
When the room fell quiet, and you know that they are actually listening, have stopped chatting and pouring down brews, and are actually listening, well,the pressure’s on.
Scary. Felt just like walking up the asile, getting married.
Now I have to play it right.
That’s where the 26 rehearsals kicked in, my hands continued to play, in spite of the sudden attack of stage fright, and we wrapped it up just as rehearsed.
Whew! I escaped upstairs and out front for a smoke.
I had about three puffs before someone recognized me. ‘hey, weren’t you that guy that was just on?’
You guys won.
I snorted, you ain’t heard the others yet, but thanks! (that is, laughingly snorted)
We were told that we had won by several other people thru the course of the evening, including one of the judges taking a piss at the urinal next to me.
(I think he was shopping for free shooters, and Ok, I bought him one)
Can I take you up on the offer you made to Stevie?
I’d like to hear your flute part on tears in heaven, too.
If and when of course, and sorry for horning in on a private reply.