In reference to yesterday – YUCK. Talk about a disorganized organization. I’m surprised the law works at all. If I ran a business like they run theirs… Getting shuffled from one place to another, back and forth. Didn’t do this right. Oh, wait, you did. They won’t approve it. Wait, they approved it?!? Ok, see this is backwards. Has to be verbatim. No, you worded that wrong. Uhm, actually you worded it right.
Seriously? I realize I’m green at walking into your building, but at least know how your own system works before telling me I did something wrong. Incredible. After all was said and done, I actually had things correct, but obviously because I had never been there before, I was instantly wrong – who says justice isn’t favoring people it knows?
After all that fun that lasted a full day. Oh yeah, back and forth, go here, go there… I finally ended up at the Recording Academy to learn about putting music into the Rock Band Network or the RBN as they like to call it. Turns out the makers of Rock Band are now allowing any savvy artist to get the tools to turn their music into video game fun. After sitting thru several presentations, I came to the conclusion that I’ll just hire someone else to create the stuff because it looks time consuming. Which ends up taking away from time creating the music that would be going into the game in the future.
Will you see any Jody Whitesides music on the RBN in the future, you bet. I won’t give a time frame, but it will happen.
Since Yngwie was mentioned last night, I have to roll with one of his songs. The context was someone asking how much it would cost a certain company to make a song playable. The response was, the more difficult the song, the more it will cost. While I don’t share the mentality that Yngwie’s playing is extremely difficult, I do know the guy can play and he does what he does very well. I also know several guitarists that must have spent all their time growing up, listening and learning to Yngwie. Only because everything they play sounds exactly like him.
Once upon a time, Yngwie was considered to be a real ass to other guitarists and musicians. Hell, I’ve heard many of the stories. Met a bunch of the musician’s he’s played with. A lot of nice people. When it came to Yngwie I guess I had a pretty good line to knowing about him thru the singer on this song. Jeff is one of my best friends.
I remember the first time I met Yngwie. I got left alone with him at a table in a restaurant. He looked across the table at me and asked what I did. I thought to myself, I ought to reply that I’m a guitar owner – as that was the notorious comment he made about every other guitar player, that they’re only guitar owners. Instead, I went with – I play guitar. Based on the stories I had heard, I thought I get a verbal thrashing. Surprisingly, Yngwie casually lit up a cigarette, titled his head, eyed me and said: so do I.
So much for the ass. He was really quite pleasant.
Anyway, this apparently was one of the first major songs that put him and Jeff on the musical god map. Shredding guitar lines, rock opera vocals, double bass pedal drums, and matching bass. It all adds up to a metal masterpiece that still gets a lot of guitarists wet in the crotch.