My 8 year old Sony laptop had been doing bad things last year, mainly shutting down without warning in the middle of things. Then it decided to mess with my drums VST, so I felt I better have a backup system before the big crash. So my wife had an Acer she never used for years, and she has let me use it. Her expert hardware friend, Deb, volunteered to up its RAM from 4 to 8 GB and its 500 GB hard drive to a 1 TB SSD, putting it where my Sony was. Alas, it took longer than expected and ended up requiring a new used motherboard, but she finally came through last Monday!
So I have been trying to port all my VSTs over, get my Scarlet 2i2 1st generation to work etc., and by and large it all is going pretty well. This is both my first new song of 2021, written for Deb as “payment” for her work, and a test to see how well it handles Reaper and a half a dozen tracks. So far it seems up to the task, not too much lagging, except for the vocals. I am hearing a delay as I record and a warble on the playback for some reason, possibly the driver or some setting.
I used 3 Boz plugins to try to deal with it, and to my surprise it improved the vocals sound quite a lot. Now the warble almost passes for an effect!
2021 is hopefully going to be a lot better for all of us, and that includes our music making stuff. I want everyone here to know how grateful I am for the help I have gotten and continue to get here, and hope I can reciprocate fairly over time. Maybe even get around to bashing all the new songs before too much longer!
Lyrics are a bit serious, I haven’t heard from Deb yet, but next I’ll try something funner.
Beautiful Secrets by Steve Bancroft
I look at pictures I never asked for
Thousands of photos, hundreds of faces from the past
No one left to identify who they were
Tempting me to fabricate stories and connections
Scrutinizing noses and eyes for any similarity
So many smiling happily
Enjoying the day together as friends or family
The remnants, the fragments of my history
I wish I knew who they are
What mountains rise in the distance
What beach is this on which they frolic
Little children building castles in the sand
Whose house is that in the background
Whose swingset in the backyard
Whose living room sitting on a paisley sofa
Posing so patiently for a camera
Why are they so dressed up
Celebrating some unknown occasion
They don’t know they will be forgotten
Preserved in perfect anonymity forever
So many beautiful secrets
Handed down in unlabeled boxes
Aside for a few they are strangers
And I find it hard to care to even look at them anymore
I feel it is their own fault no one remembers them
Or the fault of those who have lost track
Part of me is resigned to just throw them away
In sheer hopelessness of ever knowing
But I hesitate as if to relegate them to a space in the attic
Elevates me to keeper of the secret history
A mystery to perhaps bequeath one day
To another distant curious relative
For the truth is family and ancestors are not all about wonderful times
And loving people who somehow just drifted apart
It is dashed with trials and tribulations and irreconcilable differences
And decisions to go their separate ways
For reasons good or bad or sad are the usual
To want to know is a little painful
For as secrets they are beautiful
Like a cat in a box never opened lives eternal