I wanted to be a lot of things when I was a kid, but mostly I felt music. I was fascinated by drums. I don't know why, but I heard it, something. I found an old discarded drum kit in the trash in my neighborhood. Probably the parents had enough of the noise...well I trash picked it up and brought it home to our basement, our basement was just the anteroom to our garage in a row home.
Anyway I assembled it best as I could, the high hat was amazingly in good condition, but the skins on the drums were pretty tattered, to a drum player, that's a bad thing, but I played them lovingly, even without a foot pedal.
It was the 60's mind you....and I heard this song called Pinball Wizard by the Who...and then I wanted to play guitar.
I am left handed, so everything I've ever done was goofy footed, right down to the left handed curse of the blue hand marker in a Catholic school.
I heard these chords, and I wanted to play them.
I told my bemused and tolerant parents, so they got me a plastic guitar for Christmas. It was fantastic, and I had no idea how to play it, and my parents had no idea how to arrange that. We had no money, and they were focused, rightfully so, on having food on the table for all of us.
So I figured out how to make that guitar out what I heard. I changed the tuning, had no idea what that was but I liked it, I heard that sound, felt something and I just kept playing, because I liked it.
Eventually the strings started breaking, and I restrung to accommodate what I heard. I ended up with playing a right handed upside down guitar tuned to an open G.
This story is getting burdensome to the viewers and I will stop now.
So just keep on doing what you do well, and what you like...And FTW, it will go on as it has always has. Enjoy your life faults, joy, anger, love, hate, everyone has them, few have the ability to express them, you DO.
Well, maybe you already play it like it is for 40 years? What if listening while playing is somewhat the same as hearing yourself speaking while you do? Did you ever record your music?
Yes, and I hated my voice, it was not what I thought should be Some guitar tracks were better than I thought and they kept them. Keep in mind it was long ago.
I say them, they were geniuses, a 16 track Teac....I only had a 4 track....and they were better than me at recording..and they were very good at layering.
True old school, huh? :-) I hang a lot with musicians, mostly rap, jazz and metal, and they bring the noise allright. :-) I told one of them about your experiences with tapes and he grinned, while pointing at a computer. It is way easier now, but think of this: the effects and ways of building your musical work are done by hand, by craftmanship and probably inspired the musicians who are now doing it "with a button" and never will reach that sound level or producing level, skills, that you have. Just like the way you were/are looking at your idols and heroes. :-)
It is fun to discover something about a person I hardly know, but like to talk to online. So, Appaloosa, what's inspiring you today? :-)
Likewise Maternitus. I've met some really nice, talented people here on Snapzu and you are one of them.
Well, today I am inspired by food. I have the place to myself and I am cooking meatballs, not just any meatballs. The best! I have a party at my house once a year for my staff and their families...and the meatballs are a required request. They take a long time.
Ingredients:
2 lbs. of ground beef
1 lbs. of ground pork
Garlic, onions, salt, pepper, fresh basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary.
2 whole eggs
Stale bread (preferably a baguette)
Olive oil
I use Barillo basil premade tomato sauce, but use your favorite.
Now most people just roll some meat into balls and pop it the gravy (real Italians call it gravy, not sauce) Nope, that's not the way to do it. You want them moist, boiling them makes them hard.
Method:
Finley chop up the garlic, onion and basil.
Beat the eggs
Chop up the bread into sizes about the size of your fingernail.
Put the beef and pork into a big bowl and blend them. Now, here's the thing, don't use your hands to mix, use chopsticks and swirl. If you use your hands it gets the meat compacted, and you want it loose.
Put in the garlic, pepper, basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary. Pour in olive oil, as much as you damn well like. Well anyway a few good swigs. Throw in a half cup of the tomato sauce and again use your chopsticks and swirl to bled all of the ingredients. Put in those beat eggs and swirl again till even, then the bread, again, don't use your hands, use the chopsticks to mix evenly.
!!!!!!!!!
This is important.Take a break with a glass of wine, or, umm, coffee for an hour and let the ingredients get acquainted with each other. These Italian things are emotional and noisy, so just ignore them. It's a cultural thing.
Time lapse, maybe with Dr. Who.
Now it's ok to use your hands. Pick up the meat and roll your meatballs one at a time and put them on a plate. You can make them any size, but larger is better to keep them moist about 3 inches in diameter. I know your metric, so about 7.5 cm...I grew up avoirdupois...sorry.
Ok, here's the key, you are not going to cook them you are going to brown them. Use olive oil. Heat up the pan and fry them one side at a time, use a big spoon and a spatula to carefully roll them over. Don't crowd them (remember they just met), it will take a few rounds to get them all. Do not cook them through, just brown them.
Now you are going to bake them....WTF...bake meatballs, yep.
Put them on a large baking dish, Cover them in tin foil because they are going into a preheated oven at 190c for about an hour.
Take them out and finito.
There will be wonderful juices in the baking tray. Put that in the gravy you have been making all along...oh wait, we didn't talk about that, well, another time.
So that was a long story about my inspiration for today.
Because I did.
I wanted to be a lot of things when I was a kid, but mostly I felt music. I was fascinated by drums. I don't know why, but I heard it, something. I found an old discarded drum kit in the trash in my neighborhood. Probably the parents had enough of the noise...well I trash picked it up and brought it home to our basement, our basement was just the anteroom to our garage in a row home.
Anyway I assembled it best as I could, the high hat was amazingly in good condition, but the skins on the drums were pretty tattered, to a drum player, that's a bad thing, but I played them lovingly, even without a foot pedal. It was the 60's mind you....and I heard this song called Pinball Wizard by the Who...and then I wanted to play guitar.
I am left handed, so everything I've ever done was goofy footed, right down to the left handed curse of the blue hand marker in a Catholic school. I heard these chords, and I wanted to play them. I told my bemused and tolerant parents, so they got me a plastic guitar for Christmas. It was fantastic, and I had no idea how to play it, and my parents had no idea how to arrange that. We had no money, and they were focused, rightfully so, on having food on the table for all of us.
So I figured out how to make that guitar out what I heard. I changed the tuning, had no idea what that was but I liked it, I heard that sound, felt something and I just kept playing, because I liked it.
Eventually the strings started breaking, and I restrung to accommodate what I heard. I ended up with playing a right handed upside down guitar tuned to an open G.
This story is getting burdensome to the viewers and I will stop now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FywSzjRq0e4
This was where I wanted to be the guitar player.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0CVoFsUhC4&list=RD0Qz_b1di3i8&index=5
Begining https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AKbUm8GrbM
So just keep on doing what you do well, and what you like...And FTW, it will go on as it has always has. Enjoy your life faults, joy, anger, love, hate, everyone has them, few have the ability to express them, you DO.
BTW...I can still not play it how I hear it! 40 years!
Well, maybe you already play it like it is for 40 years? What if listening while playing is somewhat the same as hearing yourself speaking while you do? Did you ever record your music?
Yes, and I hated my voice, it was not what I thought should be Some guitar tracks were better than I thought and they kept them. Keep in mind it was long ago.
I say them, they were geniuses, a 16 track Teac....I only had a 4 track....and they were better than me at recording..and they were very good at layering.
And I am talking tapes then...really tapes
True old school, huh? :-) I hang a lot with musicians, mostly rap, jazz and metal, and they bring the noise allright. :-) I told one of them about your experiences with tapes and he grinned, while pointing at a computer. It is way easier now, but think of this: the effects and ways of building your musical work are done by hand, by craftmanship and probably inspired the musicians who are now doing it "with a button" and never will reach that sound level or producing level, skills, that you have. Just like the way you were/are looking at your idols and heroes. :-)
It is fun to discover something about a person I hardly know, but like to talk to online. So, Appaloosa, what's inspiring you today? :-)
Likewise Maternitus. I've met some really nice, talented people here on Snapzu and you are one of them. Well, today I am inspired by food. I have the place to myself and I am cooking meatballs, not just any meatballs. The best! I have a party at my house once a year for my staff and their families...and the meatballs are a required request. They take a long time.
Ingredients:
2 lbs. of ground beef 1 lbs. of ground pork Garlic, onions, salt, pepper, fresh basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary. 2 whole eggs Stale bread (preferably a baguette) Olive oil I use Barillo basil premade tomato sauce, but use your favorite.
Now most people just roll some meat into balls and pop it the gravy (real Italians call it gravy, not sauce) Nope, that's not the way to do it. You want them moist, boiling them makes them hard.
Method:
Finley chop up the garlic, onion and basil. Beat the eggs Chop up the bread into sizes about the size of your fingernail.
Put the beef and pork into a big bowl and blend them. Now, here's the thing, don't use your hands to mix, use chopsticks and swirl. If you use your hands it gets the meat compacted, and you want it loose.
Put in the garlic, pepper, basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary. Pour in olive oil, as much as you damn well like. Well anyway a few good swigs. Throw in a half cup of the tomato sauce and again use your chopsticks and swirl to bled all of the ingredients. Put in those beat eggs and swirl again till even, then the bread, again, don't use your hands, use the chopsticks to mix evenly.
!!!!!!!!! This is important.Take a break with a glass of wine, or, umm, coffee for an hour and let the ingredients get acquainted with each other. These Italian things are emotional and noisy, so just ignore them. It's a cultural thing. Time lapse, maybe with Dr. Who.
Now it's ok to use your hands. Pick up the meat and roll your meatballs one at a time and put them on a plate. You can make them any size, but larger is better to keep them moist about 3 inches in diameter. I know your metric, so about 7.5 cm...I grew up avoirdupois...sorry.
Ok, here's the key, you are not going to cook them you are going to brown them. Use olive oil. Heat up the pan and fry them one side at a time, use a big spoon and a spatula to carefully roll them over. Don't crowd them (remember they just met), it will take a few rounds to get them all. Do not cook them through, just brown them.
Now you are going to bake them....WTF...bake meatballs, yep.
Put them on a large baking dish, Cover them in tin foil because they are going into a preheated oven at 190c for about an hour.
Take them out and finito.
There will be wonderful juices in the baking tray. Put that in the gravy you have been making all along...oh wait, we didn't talk about that, well, another time.
So that was a long story about my inspiration for today.