After 6 months of struggling at trying my hand at producing and recording an album for a friend, it's finally finished. I still have a lot to learn. There's a crazy story to the meet up I first had with my friend Juan. I was sitting in a park with my guitar one day and this dude comes up to me. This was Juan Pablo whom I would later become good friends with. Well, it's not everyday you meet someone in a park who isn't a drug dealer. Juan had a band in Panama once. The band was destined to be finished for good. The guitarist passed away and the drummer ended up on the streets addicted to crack. I decided to help Juan remake some of these old songs which the band had. They never had a chance or money to pay for a proper record or a recording of any kind. I will never know how much this band influenced people in Panama, but it sounds like they once had a good following. Their lyrics were highly politically and socially fueled. I hope the old surviving band members and their fans can appreciate the work we put into this. Well, enjoy.
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Saturday, October 20, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Revolt 1989 Release
Well, somehow writing songs on a bridge 7 months ago led to this. A two (sometimes 3 or 5) bass band. A kind of tip of the hat to all the great bass players I've been lucky enough to have played with over the years. I made this mostly at home. With some help from Juan Pablo. It's a kind of artys fartsy home recording, so patience please.
Streaming and MP3's here:
Wav, MP3, and Flac here:
http://aaronlum.bandcamp.com/album/revolt-1989-2
What is Revolt 1989? Well, the un-obvious answer is……….Well it was kind of a band. Sort of, for one night live and for a few days of recording. A short lived band I imagined while living in Asia. It was also the year of a very famous protest in Asia. Over the last two years I watched quite a few of these revolts. Ideas that now spread almost as easily as the wind. Much like what the wind would carry where I lived. A phenomenon called yellow sand. No not a derogatory term. Yet, a real thing; a dust from China, which would appear all over my stuff overnight, if I had left my windows open. One day, I found this sand and dust on my bass. I felt sad that I had neglected this instrument in such a way, even for a day. So, I wiped it off and began to play it again. Not long after that, one fall afternoon, I met a few guys in a nearby park. These fellows also played stringed instruments. One of those hombres was Juan Pablo. He played a bass once in Panama. He also played a jovial accordion, which brought many smiles. One night we wrote some songs together on a bridge, at the edge of a red light district in a far off land. It was a cold night, yet somehow, we met many crooked and twisted fellow Thud Stick players that night. We also somehow wrote a few songs on that bridge. The view was amazing, inspiration was running high, and some strange people came and watched us play. I then ran home and quickly bought a Theremin. Juan Pablo then sailed on for new lands and new frontiers soon after. I felt it was a great collision for the Thud Stick, which I won’t soon forget.
What is Revolt 1989? Well, the un-obvious answer is……….Well it was kind of a band. Sort of, for one night live and for a few days of recording. A short lived band I imagined while living in Asia. It was also the year of a very famous protest in Asia. Over the last two years I watched quite a few of these revolts. Ideas that now spread almost as easily as the wind. Much like what the wind would carry where I lived. A phenomenon called yellow sand. No not a derogatory term. Yet, a real thing; a dust from China, which would appear all over my stuff overnight, if I had left my windows open. One day, I found this sand and dust on my bass. I felt sad that I had neglected this instrument in such a way, even for a day. So, I wiped it off and began to play it again. Not long after that, one fall afternoon, I met a few guys in a nearby park. These fellows also played stringed instruments. One of those hombres was Juan Pablo. He played a bass once in Panama. He also played a jovial accordion, which brought many smiles. One night we wrote some songs together on a bridge, at the edge of a red light district in a far off land. It was a cold night, yet somehow, we met many crooked and twisted fellow Thud Stick players that night. We also somehow wrote a few songs on that bridge. The view was amazing, inspiration was running high, and some strange people came and watched us play. I then ran home and quickly bought a Theremin. Juan Pablo then sailed on for new lands and new frontiers soon after. I felt it was a great collision for the Thud Stick, which I won’t soon forget.
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