That’s an 8-track tape painting/sculpture/thang my buddy Spog gave me. And my main axe, the Ibanez Medium Grade, I like to think of it. Sorry about the shitty grainy pic. She’s good on the go, and people wonder how come it sounds like it does. You can see the lamp from the other side of the room reflected in her glaze.
That’s my tambourine, which I used tonight ~ my bandmates got me that for my birthday or Christmas maybe. I had a mad productive recording weekend, can’t believe what I got done. Lots of vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, tambourine, mixing/mastering work.
My mic is set up, rockin the pop filter I think my dad gave me both of those. [insert, from my old band boat chips, this “pop filter” chorus from an unfinished song we were gonna record live in a car one time] …
Then left of that is this mixer I bought to keep on the desk for such a day as today. Left of that you can see the monitor, which shows on the far right the play meters … and left of that you can see the OKP I believe! Look MA! It’s teh PA!
Here’s the old standby, Oscar, Oscar Schmidt hangin on the wall. My coworker from teh late 90s gave me that guitar, she said she couldn’t use it, I could have it! The piano was given to me by my cool aunt Terry. It is a Yamaha, as is the PA peeking up behind it standing on end … I think my dad sold me that PA. Sorry about the grainy f*cked up pic.
Here’s the bass … bought that almost 20 years ago, and it needs some help. High action right now like you read about, and old strings … it’s surrounded by the electric piano from the rock aunt, and the acoustic piano from my parents for my birthday in like 8th grade. I haven’t taken good care of it. But - sorrybouthegrainypic
Here’s my kid’s First Act drum kit, with which I recorded one of my stronger drum performances in a little while … ahem … I mic’d it up kinda neat, you see, the track has some snap.
Oh, sorry about the grainy picture broze.
This is my ratty old set of headphones, gifted to me by my bride years ago, which still work GREAT actually, but the ear padding is just beginning to fray … my Dr. Seuss notepad that she also gave me, with my newly revised 2 year old song upon which I just put a fresh coat of no longer suck. Also to the right you can see the empty white rice/broccoli/corn/pepper plate, that shit stood no chance. To the left is the black book I’ve been trying to write with, Christmas gift from Tracie from work. And there’s Daffy on the left. Ernie got knocked over. Sorry about the paper towel, seems a little uncouth, and that’s kind of a grainy picture too, get your act together, gahd.
Anyway, I don’t always have my living room set up like this, but seeing as I did today, and as we were talking about it, here we are.