I've managed to memorize all fifteen songs off my next album, I Make Country Music Records, Sir. Last year around May and June, I set out to memorize the remaining eight of the fifteen. I figured two months would provide me with plenty of time to memorize the eight remaining songs. Hah! I gave up on that idea in late June of 2019. In late July, carpal tunnel issues came up in my left arm. That whole deal took about four-plus months to resolve. I now wear a wrist brace on my left hand and wrist at night to keep from pinching the nerves in my wrist when I sleep at night. I hope the brace helps me avoid getting surgery.
One of the last songs I had to memorize has the title, "The Man Who Never Washed Her Hair." It uses a modal key progression. That means the verses go up a half key during part of the song; for example, from the key of C, to C sharp, to D, to D sharp. "The Man Who Never Washed His Hair" finds it's basis in a true story I heard a while back about a couple of people I knew. In the song, I make myself the narrator, who buys a bunch of cocaine to bring to his girlfriend in Iowa. As the narrator goes up IH 35 from Austin in his shitty old car, he skims off the stash of coke all the way up. He finally arrives at his girlfriend's hotel room in Iowa, and he's done all the coke, and his "dick is dishrag limp and it's useless as a Trump." I changed the narrator to myself to spare the real person's feelings if they should ever hear the song. I plan on posting a video of it next month on my YouTube channel.
I'm also practicing my AC/DC and Jimi Hendrix on my electric guitar. My teacher gives me new stuff all the time, but I'd just as soon memorize some of the stuff we've gone over so I could do some of it at an open mike sometime in the future. I take virtual guitar lessons from my teacher ever since this coronavirus stuff hit.
I'm on the final stages of inking issue number 21 of Richy Vegas Comics. I just inked pages 33 and 34 today. I just ink two a day right now, because I want time to do other stuff like music. This issue features Robin, who came to me in my head during my period of psychosis in 1992. She's a lot like "Monica," the Mexican girl I met in Spain 1988, whom i feature prominently in, Richy Vegas: A Psycho Memoir. I met Robin only once in 1989, but she took on a very prominent role in my psychotic hallucinations in 1992. I looked up her Facebook page a couple of weeks ago, but I didn't put in a friend request. She still looks good. She lives in Austin, is married, and has a kid.
One of the last songs I had to memorize has the title, "The Man Who Never Washed Her Hair." It uses a modal key progression. That means the verses go up a half key during part of the song; for example, from the key of C, to C sharp, to D, to D sharp. "The Man Who Never Washed His Hair" finds it's basis in a true story I heard a while back about a couple of people I knew. In the song, I make myself the narrator, who buys a bunch of cocaine to bring to his girlfriend in Iowa. As the narrator goes up IH 35 from Austin in his shitty old car, he skims off the stash of coke all the way up. He finally arrives at his girlfriend's hotel room in Iowa, and he's done all the coke, and his "dick is dishrag limp and it's useless as a Trump." I changed the narrator to myself to spare the real person's feelings if they should ever hear the song. I plan on posting a video of it next month on my YouTube channel.
I'm also practicing my AC/DC and Jimi Hendrix on my electric guitar. My teacher gives me new stuff all the time, but I'd just as soon memorize some of the stuff we've gone over so I could do some of it at an open mike sometime in the future. I take virtual guitar lessons from my teacher ever since this coronavirus stuff hit.
I'm on the final stages of inking issue number 21 of Richy Vegas Comics. I just inked pages 33 and 34 today. I just ink two a day right now, because I want time to do other stuff like music. This issue features Robin, who came to me in my head during my period of psychosis in 1992. She's a lot like "Monica," the Mexican girl I met in Spain 1988, whom i feature prominently in, Richy Vegas: A Psycho Memoir. I met Robin only once in 1989, but she took on a very prominent role in my psychotic hallucinations in 1992. I looked up her Facebook page a couple of weeks ago, but I didn't put in a friend request. She still looks good. She lives in Austin, is married, and has a kid.
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