Good afternoon folks,
The merits of working with the Merritts are many and varied.

I recently had the opportunity to write a song with Janice and here it is, fully formed and wonderfully informed by her voice & melodic sense, for your ears & eyes.
It's a finished piece, mastered et al, but ANY feedback is most welcome.

Soundcloud audio:
AUDIO ONLY



RECORDING DETAILS:
Janice tracked & treated by Bud. The vocal FX chain:
Izotope Breath Control > Nectar EQ > Nectar Compression > Nectar Reverb
The slight reverb is an EMT 140 Plate Reverb sim.

The band/instruments:
735 Piano Acoustic Rhythm Jazz ballad Hipass filter
Real Drums Jazz Brushes - sticks
1065 Trumpet soloist smooth bluesy w slap back delay,
quite a bit of Multiriffing as well as cut n paste work.

The additional stuff:
Bass - Emperador semi acoustic flat wound strings BDI21 HEAVILY compressed
Guitar - Bruno Royal Artist semi acoustic, neck pickup DI hipass + trem

Mastered by Fran Ashcroft at HappyBeat Studio.

Words (because they do matter to some folk)
Back in your arms I'd
Learn, listen & grow,
There was purpose in the meaning
I'd have to take it slow.
I'd learn through living
They'd teach me with pain.
I'd take the experience
They'd each leave a stain.
Look around you and
know where you stand.
Be sure that the soil
Is part of the land.

But be careful of
The seed that you sow
Be certain which fruit
Is going to grow
We want no death in the soil,
No blood at the root, no!

Back on the farm they'd
Reap, tend & sow,
There was effort in the weeding
But some would have to go.
They'd avoid using poison
As that'd taint the soil.
They'd put in the hours
They'd put in the toil.
Look around you and
Know where you stand.
Be sure that the soil
Is true to the land.

But be careful of
The seed that you sow.
Be certain which fruit
You've chosen to grow
We want no death in the soil,
No blood at the root, no!

SOLO

Back in time they'd
Learn, listen & grow.
The fear on which they're feeding
And their anger would glow.
With their bread they were learning
Old lies, oh so plain.
Old newspapers said
There'd be nothing but pain.
They looked around and,
Took up flame & gun.
Assured that their victims
Had no place to run.

But be careful of
The seed that you sow.
In choosing which fruit
You've elected to grow
We want no death in the soil,
No blood at the root, no!

Last edited by rayc; 08/15/23 11:41 AM.
Cheers
rayc
"What's so funny about peace, love & understanding?" - N.Lowe