Eleven Eleven
So here is a demo of some chords, a proof of concept that I can integrate some drum loops and so forth into these otherwise back-country, lo-fi ventures — what did I call them years ago on some gig poster? “six-string skeletons”?
Nuttin but Martins here — tho the lead was going to be the Alvarez (and actually was, in an earlier take which, given the cosmic rule “If you tape over it, it was more brilliant than anything you will ever do after that,” was, well, probably better than what you’ll hear here…)
This may end up being an actual song, which is actually played finger-picked, not strummed. We’ll see. The Trilobite laid his drum part down in one take and then hit the bourbon hard. With a cry, “No flies on this Frank-boy!” he lurched out the door. We made up the guest room for him last night, but we haven’t seen him since about four yesterday afternoon.
Another thing to keep in mind is: I haven’t quite settled on the chord progression — or rather, I have, but then I keep forgetting what it is. I even wrote it down a couple of times (different each time), but then failed to refer to any of the sheets of paper when actually laying down the overdubs. Typical. So none of the three guitarists play exactly the same thing. Makes for some interesting, ah, microtonal explorations at times, I guess…
So here, with no further ado, is about two minutes of your life you’ll never get back… (It starts out quiet, with a somewhat anarchic count-in.)
> Eleven Eleven (proof of concept)
Some more pictures of the set-up in Xuxek Studios to follow shortly. [later: not tonight; maybe tomorrow, but more likely Sunday or even Monday...]


