Here I am, up at two AM, making an entry in my journal, but for some reason, I do not feel like an insomniac. Sometimes I feel cheated, not getting my sleep, but tonight, I am just a guy rolled out of a bed who is ready to write in his journal.
I guess the visit to the doctor yesterday, which I dreaded, turned out positively. Doctor said he was glad to see me looking so well. Well, that's swell.
Maybe I am imitating Karen who seems to stay up at all hours to write in her novel, Maverin. Perhaps my muse is busy elsewhere during the day. I guess that's it: my muse was busy yesterday on my "music" project.
My grandson recently used my lap top Dell to record the music of our volunteer piano player, George, who wanted to make a CD of his repertoire. Grandson brought a pre-amp, a special mike, a mile of wire, and a new software. He recorded George, and burned the CD, all on my little portable computer. I was impressed. I sought to imitate George and burn a CD of my keyboard playing. But alas, I didn't watch grandson close enough.
Grandson came back and tutored me, but we didn't have the mike or pre-amp. Yesterday, I rooted through the junk box and found an old tape recorder mike. Then in another stash I found an old Radio Shack audio amplifier, and rehabilitated that with a new battery. I hooked up a pair of spare computer speakers. Now with hay-wire spread all over a table, the software fired up, I was ready for my debut as a recording artist.
I was however in my power wheel chair and my keyboard was several feet from the assortment of electronic parts. So I started the recording, backed my power chair to the keyboard, and pulled the mike and pre-amp off the table. The first thing I recorded, in full fidelity, digitally preserved forever, was "Oh, Sh*t", expletive NOT deleted. However I rolled on, played my keyboard, not well, having been shook up.
But the odd assortment of parts worked, and I made my first sound recording on a computer. My muse was hard at work yesterday. The possibilities are endless. I am looking forward tomaking a CD soon.
And, oh, I need to learn how to edit the recordings, too, in case I have more expletives to delete.