I set up a studio a couple of months ago. It’s not a business. I’m a private person with a minimally exceptional, yet cozy, songwriter studio. My
equipment was purchased from craigslist ads and pawnshops. From Goodwills.
I’ve been a home recording hobbyist and amateur songwriter since I was a teenager. A friend’s older brother had a Tascam cassette four-track and
after my first experiences making my own music I was ruined for anything else. Everywhere I’ve lived since then, I had a small space in a cluttered
corner, moldy basement, musty bedroom, or spider-infested storage shed dedicated to this pursuit.
But the status quo was never in my favor. Always having to sing and play quietly, my recordings betrayed the looming threat of noise complaints, or,
as was more commonly the case, the derision of my family, friends, roommates, and neighbors. So when I recently rented a commercial/retail space, it
was solely to have a personal playground to produce It’s an Emergency!, a story album chronicling the tale of how one dark night, a bearded boy (who
never fit in...anywhere, anywhen) from a backward, nameless place takes a baby step into an unwanted adventure, on which he reluctantly defies danger
(he is a jittery ninja), denies self-doubt and uses a poisonous spider he found on the paved roads, combined with a shotgun (stolen by the hunter’s
daughter from her father, the hunter) to defeat (in spite of his shaking hands, slippery with sweat, like he ate a sandwich with mayonnaise on the
wrong side of the bread) the odious soulthief, Carrotfingers, and finally, to drive off into the sunrise.
Coincidentally, the exclamatory phrase “It’s an Emergency!” is one (of many) commonly deployed excuse(s).
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