Headcases United.

Well… Colour me amazed. A while ago, Mr Odin came up with the idea of the musicians in Subsclub creating a song together. He creates the drum track, sends it to me. I create my riffs and pass it on to the Buttermeister in Germany. He then passes it on to Mr Milky in Jordan. Mr Cocktail Carnage then adds the bass and sends it to Mr Uppercut in Brisbane for lyric writing. He then sends this to Mr Wang Chuck in New York and Mr Screamer in Ohio. At every stage, each participant sends their raw track to Mr Odin in Kentucky, who will put it all together for mixing. It took me about two weeks and a 9am until midnight to get it done. I’m still not happy with it and the more I listen to it, the more I hear hear the timing errors. Still, I ran it past everyone and they all loved it… Say what now? My life gets ever more surreal. I consider all of them far better musicians and indeed, Mr Milky has now released two singles, and they kick arse too.

If you’d have told me about this project before last years horrific events, I’d have said you were crazy. Yet here I am, in a musical collaboration with people all around the world. Mr Odin even said we should get photo’s. Ha, I haven’t done a band photo in 20 years. My Princeling agreed to come with me down to the copse at the bottom of the Close and take some photo’s. It was the only thing I could think of as an appropriate setting. I’m thinking Black Sabbath meets Black Metal in the woods… Lol.

Precious helped him adjust and filter them and the result was surprisingly good. I think. It’s not the photos themselves I’m unsure of, as he did a great job. It’s just… Seeing myself in my new image, purple hair, purple guitar, and of course, the obligatory sunglasses. Moody metal photoshoot, I mean… Come on. Is that not ridiculous? Another sign of my midlife crisis methinks. I posted them in our group, so that’s three of us with pics. I need to kick the arse of the rest. This is fun. The word fun is still a very relative term. Throughout all of my musical thoughts, I’m always reminded of how My Lady loved me playing guitar. She would have gone nuts over this. Music will forever be poignant now, whatever I play it will be the same. I accepted this some time ago. How I wish she could enjoy my new self with me. All the work and no reward… Life’s such a bitch sometimes.

Mr Buttermeister is nearly finished with his parts. I can’t wait to hear what he has put next to my riffs. If we all take as long as I did, it will be a month at least until the parts are together, then however long it takes for Mr Odin to put it together. I’m hoping I get to play with the final mix. Mr Odin seems to be good at some parts, and I others. Between each of us, I think it will sound pretty good. What happens after it’s finished, I have no idea and it’s not even been discussed. In the back of my mind, I’m sure it will end up being heard by Robb (Flynn). Like I said… Ever more surreal.

Sadly, Friday morning, Robbs mother passed away. Obviously the Happy Hour was cancelled. We did our Zoom as usual and made a little video of us making a toast and sent it to him. Sad times…

R.I.P. Mr’s Flynn…