RoxX Stuff & Updates

Crazy weekend off included another trip to the studio to record vocals for our third cover, the Beatles' It Won't Be Long.  I ended up singing both John and Paul's parts, Tommy added George's parts and we pretty much kept it true to the original, including FIVE voices on the final notes of the song.  After completing my parts on this, we went back and replaced Tommy's high backing vocals with my own (hey, it was his idea) on Time To Play.  Makes a huge difference in the overall sound that I wouldn't have considered without Tommy's suggestion in the first place.  

Tommy sent me another new original Friday (I think) and told me Saturday that he's almost got another new original ready to send to me.  Better get my writing hat on, which should come easy with a fast up-beat tune to play with like the first one.  He's not been standing still, ya'll.  Tommy's recent studio hack is inspecting his studio's power supply, making changes and finding new ways to remove unwanted sound from recording.  He hit something out of the park already, I didn't know my headphones were on Saturday until I made some noise in the mic.  Still jacked with the response to I Am The Walrus on SoundCloud, too.  Can't wait to see which track he publishes next...

So the tables have turned!  A few years ago when Karen and I would go out shopping or to eat locally, someone there ALWAYS seemed to know me.  It still happens but not as frequently as it used to, but Karen's gotten so popular with her customers at Belk that we can't go into Harris-Teeter for groceries without her running into at least three of her regulars.  She has this profession down.  Knows her products, knows what her customers want and hooks them up.  I honestly think she'd really enjoy her work if it wasn't for the other duties they have to handle and sometimes, people.  Personally, I'm at the point that I love this world and find it more precious than I have anytime in my life, but I have an issue with a LOT of it's people.

Carolina Panthers are currently at 8-3.  #KeepPounding ya'll!

Mid-November Random Update

Two dates remain on my 2017 wrestling calendar and I'm ready for a little break, which may be remedied by the break until our next event on Dec. 2nd.  Didn't realize until the last two weekends just how much these all-nighters are taking a toll on me, must be the advanced age, right Pops?

Tommy released our version of the Beatles' I Am The Walrus last Saturday to rave reviews on Soundcloud.  Pleased to share it here for everyone.  If you like it, share it and enjoy!  #RoxX

RoxX - I Am The Walrus cover

Why doesn't anyone sell zippered hoodie sweatshirts that would be long like a lowrider duster?  Bathrobe length or longer perhaps.  A freakin' Snuggie without your feet impaired maybe?  Not that much to ask...

RoxX, Phone Numbers and an Exit?

Due to no updates, I am up to not one but TWO updates on the mix of I Am The Walrus, and it may be released this weekend or next.  And the no updates refers to me on this blog, as us RoxX dudes are in contact regularly.

Tommy said he wasn't happy with a few of our previous releases' sound on Soundclound and is doing some remixing to make them sound better on the platform we release them on.  Gotta be their compression, etc. that changes up the sound quality and he's going to attempt to compensate.  Not sure which tracks or if he's changed anything.  Will update here if and when I find out!

Weird moment.  When you suddenly begin remembering telephone numbers from your past.  Like my great-grandmother Sally "Ma" Briggs, hers was 886-6411.  And my grandmother Anna's was 882-1463.  Early Tommy Smith phone number when we were kids 884-4308.  Mom & Dad's number 883-4503.  Grandmother Golda's number was 431-3272.  OK.  I'm officially weirding my own self out now.  I'm NOT a number guy.  I don't even know my own cell number now.

Yeah, I'm saying it.  Again...

Seriously considering slowing my roll on the pro wrestling gigs after the first of the year.  With only 5 bookings for the remainder of the year, I don't want to make the decision based on the emotion of one night.  My input has been reduced to basically zero over the past year or so at my wrestling home and it seems I'm looked at sideways when I dare make a suggestion.  I feel like an unused resource on many levels, but mostly ignored by the younger guys.  I mean, not to toot my own horn, but I was on the air announcing wrestling when most of today's announcers were in nursery school.  But hey, I'm not a WWE mark and don't worship at the feet of the mighty McMahon, so we have nothing in common.  Right?  That must be it.