Bypassed swim practice today to meet with the realtor about a condo up north. WAY up north. Like baja Evanston north in my old stomping grounds of Edgewater. Don't get me wrong I love Edgewater and it definitely has a charm that the rest of the city is lacking. But as Horowitz would say, 'once ya get the training wheels off and live in the city for real it just ain't it". Unfortunately, he's 100% accurate. Great prices, but living that far away from everything really crimps my style. Not to mention I'm still going to attempt to cycle to work every day throughout the winter. So there's that.
So I'm back onto Roxbox and I've got a few rhythms I'm not un-satisfied with which has led me to try out some lead ideas over the top. I'll say this much, on the various albums I've played on, it never did occur to me how seemingly impossible it is to get a guitar solo to actually sit in a mix. I have a new respect for all the people who produced tracks I worked on cos I'm totally striking out on this. Maybe I'm more anal retentive than I used to me, or maybe my playing isn't what it was, but I've tried everything from giving the DAW a totally dry signal to squashing the life out of it and nothing is sitting comfortably. In another life, I would have decided this was due to the fact that the leads I'm trying to shoehorn on top of these things are shit, but I think I know otherwise on at least a couple. So I doubt the 'record of the year' is going to come of anything I do on this rig without somebody who "knows what they are doing" in the room. Not that that's the stated end-goal, but well, it'd be nice to have my hairs stand up on the arm once in awhile.