Everything is details. Small details. Seemingly insignificant details, until you realize the details make the whole difference.
Like buying shoes for example. I walked through that shoe store looking for just a normal pair of tennis shoes (so I can walk and stuff), and I could not find the men's section for the life of me...
...until I realized I was standing right by the men's section and I thought they were women's shoes the whole time. Sad.
Thankfully, I did leave that day with brand new manly tennis shoes, but I often wondered why anyone would want a pair of shoes with tacos on them.
Details, details.
I know it was just tacos, but wouldn't that look just a little silly with blue jeans and a belt buckle? Details make the difference.
I'm also growing a beard since I don't have any gigs for a few days. I'm growing it because I think it looks good. I'm shaving it before our next gig because no it doesn't.
I use the term "beard" quite loosely, by the way. Not much to go on.
Details, though. I need to look decent for gigs, right? Riiiight??
And don't worry, just because I have a new Instagram account (@therealmarkwimberley) doesn't mean I'll be posting selfies everyday. That's not what Instagram was invented for. I think?
The siblings and I are excited for our new album which will be released very very very very soon (How bout the 27th. Sound good?). This album has been in the works for four years, and it's about time we actually release it.
But our song list kept changing.
But our album title kept changing.
The recording studio sessions kept getting moved around.
The album cover needed designing.
The vocal mix here and the instrumental break there needed fixing somehow or another.
Metadata needed data-ing.
Details. Tiny, inconspicuous details.
Details, when overlooked, ruin the entire project. What were we to do? We needed to release an album, and as we say in college, a project is never done, it's just due.
The point of this whole post was quite simple:
Oh wait, there was no point. I must've overlooked that detail...
Showing posts with label CD. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CD. Show all posts
Monday, July 25, 2016
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
The Most Brilliant Genre Crossover
Let's play a game. Please sing the following lyrics to the tune of "King of California".
Twas brillig and the slithy toves,
did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
all mimsy were the borogroves,
as the mome raths outgrabe,
Beware, my son, the Jabberwock
the Jubjub and Bandersnatchy
Their claws still catch and jaws still bite,
go kill the Jabberwocky, go kill the Jabberwocky!
Amazing, right?
Now you are probably wondering why I made you whiffle and burble through all that. Let's face it, the vorpal lyrics made little sense and were stolen uffishly from Lewis Carol. But you can galumph beamishly knowing that Lewis Carol basically wrote bluegrass songs....he just didn't know it yet.
Let's try another one! Please sing the following to the tune of "Hot Corn, Cold Corn".
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish,
Black fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish,
Sad fish, glad fish, thin fish, fat fish,
I wish that I had eleven fingers, yes sir!
Pure genius methinks.
I'll bet at this point you're still confused about this whole idea. If you're wondering if being confused in this case is good or bad...go ask your Dad. But Seuss and bluegrass mix well I say. Try it, try it and you may also agree with me.
Allow me to explain. Chris Jones recently published an article about combining Seuss and bluegrass lyrics together and then the twitter account @horse_bluegrass began to follow me (which is what inspired Chris Jones). This got me to thinking, so I thought to myself that we might have a phenomenal phenomena on our hands!
But I think we should cut out the middleman. Why combine when we can each corner one aspect of the market? We take these awe-inspiring lyrics and just mash them to the awe-inspiring sounds of bluegrass. Confidentially, Seuss couldn't sing a lick. And while I think bluegrass lyrics are some of the best in the business, there's always room at the top. Nothing wrong with a bit of expansion. While most bluegrassers sing about talking racehorses, why not be original and sing about the frumious Bandersnatch?
So with this it is my honor to announce plans for my new CD called "Through The Looking Grass with Mark Wimberley".
It's gonna be brillig! It'll be the cat's hat! It should be good.
Twas brillig and the slithy toves,
did gyre and gimble in the wabe,
all mimsy were the borogroves,
as the mome raths outgrabe,
Beware, my son, the Jabberwock
the Jubjub and Bandersnatchy
Their claws still catch and jaws still bite,
go kill the Jabberwocky, go kill the Jabberwocky!
Amazing, right?
Now you are probably wondering why I made you whiffle and burble through all that. Let's face it, the vorpal lyrics made little sense and were stolen uffishly from Lewis Carol. But you can galumph beamishly knowing that Lewis Carol basically wrote bluegrass songs....he just didn't know it yet.
Let's try another one! Please sing the following to the tune of "Hot Corn, Cold Corn".
One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish,
Black fish, blue fish, old fish, new fish,
Sad fish, glad fish, thin fish, fat fish,
I wish that I had eleven fingers, yes sir!
Pure genius methinks.
I'll bet at this point you're still confused about this whole idea. If you're wondering if being confused in this case is good or bad...go ask your Dad. But Seuss and bluegrass mix well I say. Try it, try it and you may also agree with me.
Allow me to explain. Chris Jones recently published an article about combining Seuss and bluegrass lyrics together and then the twitter account @horse_bluegrass began to follow me (which is what inspired Chris Jones). This got me to thinking, so I thought to myself that we might have a phenomenal phenomena on our hands!
But I think we should cut out the middleman. Why combine when we can each corner one aspect of the market? We take these awe-inspiring lyrics and just mash them to the awe-inspiring sounds of bluegrass. Confidentially, Seuss couldn't sing a lick. And while I think bluegrass lyrics are some of the best in the business, there's always room at the top. Nothing wrong with a bit of expansion. While most bluegrassers sing about talking racehorses, why not be original and sing about the frumious Bandersnatch?
So with this it is my honor to announce plans for my new CD called "Through The Looking Grass with Mark Wimberley".
It's gonna be brillig! It'll be the cat's hat! It should be good.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)