I have been recording for five decades now.
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My recording career has luckily run the gamut of recording environments.
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Nowadays, it's like two different arenas, recording and touring. When I started way back in the day, doing both was nothing, you didn't have to think about it, the road and recording.
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T Bone and I grew up together in Fort Worth, Texas. He had his own recording studio by the time he was seventeen years old. When we were both nineteen he made the first archival recording of my voice.
quote by Betty Buckley
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And for me the only way to live life is to grab the bull by the horns and call up recording studios and set dates to go in recording studios. To try and accomplish something.
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You can alter movie singing so much because you go into the recording studio and, just technology for recording has gotten so good, you can hold out a note and they can combine a note from take 2 and a note from take 8.
quote by Anne Hathaway
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The thing is that I have a really intense, almost compulsive need to record. But it doesn't end there, because what I record is somehow transformed into a creative thing. There is a continuity. Recording is the beginning of a conceptual production. I am somehow collapsing the two - recording and producing - into a single event.
quote by Rem Koolhaas
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Three Decades
Three decades ago
I was brought here
And today I am
struggling to get there
My three decades
Of strive, mistakes
And amends
And now all I seem
To achieve is my dignity
My dignity which
Has turned my necessity.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The History of Now
The recording of culture is history;
but our culture is more than that.
It's the world of human action,
and the myths we make of the fact.
The recording of history is culture,
but our history is more than that.
It informs a hidden agenda.
Unconscious of motive we act.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
It's only the present that exists as endowed.
It's the history of now. The moment - KAPOW!
That knocks you right over and muddies your brow.
Through the prism of language, we know what we know.
We carry our baggage and stories of woe.
Victor and vanquished pride cannot budge,
the dead weight of hatred and ancestral grudge.
We fight our good fights with our hand on our heart;
the music is swelling as loved ones depart.
As sheep to the slaughter, the script cannot chart,
a course more ignoble: the propagandist's art.
The recording of history is culture,
but our culture is more than that.
More than the great individuals,
the scholars so love in their tracts.
The recording of culture is history;
but our history is more than that.
Not simple dates or statistics,
the full horror and gore still attracts.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
A strange contradiction that makes sense somehow.
It's the history of now, a mystery and shroud.
The past and the future: best fiction allowed.
poem by David SmithWhite
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Life Journey Cosmic Leagues Long
a cosmic journey
beginning
with a single step
already on the journey
decades into it speeding
decades from departure
left while
no one
was watching
noticing
everyone drinking
talking
away
life dreams
drunk
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Was Made For Loving You
Back when I was dating Rich,
he gave me Kiss’s guitar pic.
Gene Simons handed it to him,
in the 1978 recording session.
“I Was Made For Loving You Baby”
the song they were recording at the time,
Gene was playing the bass and singing just fine.
Now if I google the price of this guitar pic,
It would be the price of ten times 9.
But I’m not selling I’m sorry to say,
I will play my guitar with it someday.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Was Made For Loving You
Back when I was dating Rich,
he gave me Kiss’s guitar pic.
Gene Simons handed it to him,
in the 1978 recording session.
“I Was Made For Loving You Baby”
the song they were recording at the time,
Gene was playing the bass and singing just fine.
Now if I google the price of this guitar pic,
It would be the price of ten times 9.
But I’m not selling I’m sorry to say,
maybe I will play my guitar with it someday.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Now Or Never Get It Done
Tell me I have decades to write?
No No I rage against decades blight.
I rage against might have beens.
I rage against could have beens.
Might Could Would empty husks!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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In his eyes, his eyes
His open eyes, one catching the sun,
shining towards me – presumably
they still function optically:
recording, unmoved, unmoving, my presence;
this dead soldier, sodden in the ditch,
half his body peaceful, as if
welcoming his death; the other half
unmentionable; animals must eat;
his eyes recording my presence, yet
the brain now with no need
to question whether I’m the enemy; or friend;
the medic; the man who’s just shot him several times
at close range, standing over; or
the man he shot just now;
come to greet him as his newest friend.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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God selectively protects.
Millions and millions of soldiers now and then
Over three to four decades march ahead and die
Except one or two, fortunate to pair on the way.
One per month over three decades come to the stage
The princess but all went empty hand to die
Except one or two, destined to meet their pair.
Thousands and thousands of seeds escaped
Out of pods year after year but one or two grow,
The rest dying in decay with no one to rescue.
To give life to a few,
Gametes and embryos
In billions die.
Where is God to rescue?
10.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Helen Oyibo Onojovwo [ For Your Self Denials, Which Has Made Me What I Am ]
Three decades ago
When you thought
You where going have me
From dad, you faced persecution
And I thought you where
Going to murder me.
,
Two decades ago
When you had me
And it seemed the world
Was coming down on you,
From dad you faced persecution
And I thought you where
Going to abandon me.
.
Years ago when I was goin
To be a man
And the burden was becoming
Too great for you alone,
Me and my sisters,
On your shoulders alone.
And I thought you were going
To give up on us.
But yet, you did not
In your greatest suffering
You never left us to suffer alone,
In your greatest need,
You did not sell us out
Instead you gave us life
And kept us alive
My lioness!
If I were to be born again
I would come through you
You had been more than a father
A mother, a brother, and a sister
All put together
And I'm always proud,
To call you my mother.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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I just stroll in right before the recording goes on.
quote by Humphrey Lyttelton
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Still for fun, I play the drums, but I don't do much recording with them.
quote by Jan Hammer
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I always liked the intensity of the recording.
quote by Chris Bailey
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I'm still amazed by the process of recording.
quote by Graham Coxon
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I see no reason for recording the obvious.
quote by Edward Weston
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