#everysonghasastory

[olusheyi31]

#everysonghasastory is now available at #smashwords and every book story https://www.instagram.com/p/CUvrn9kPrzz/?utm_medium=tumblr

[olusheyi31]

#lookwhatgodhasdonevolume2 and #everysonghasastory https://www.instagram.com/p/CT2ClzhFTGp/?utm_medium=tumblr

[olusheyi31]

WE'RE DONE #everysonghasastory is done https://www.instagram.com/p/CM53-b7sDOP/?igshid=gasxq87bwd7c

[olusheyi31]

Finishing up the audio version of my #everysonghasastory book COMING OCTOBER 6TH https://www.instagram.com/p/CM5sEJRLbL7/?igshid=16xojbrepu6d3

[olusheyi31]

In the studio recording my #everysonghasastory audiobook https://www.instagram.com/p/CMvTmb-MTKt/?igshid=s9o9iwv6tq57

[livebymyousic]

☀️GOOD NEWS❗️ 🌻🥂🗣 My song “2AM” will be featured on @talesonbet September 3rd. 🙌🏽🙏🏽 🔥. So, anyways ☺️ make sure you tune in to the “Moonlight” episode airing Tuesday @ 9PM! 🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻🌻 📸🔲: @frenchsummers #talesonbet #everysonghasastory #sunnie #2am (at Atlanta, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1wBUtVpmiD/?igshid=11sabz49va95l

[khaimano]

Khaimano - The 411C Demo Tape

Before there was a band called Khaimano there was a demo tape.

Like, literally. A cassette tape with the words ‘Khaimano’ scribbled on it. I didn’t even have a CD burner on my laptop in 2001. That shit was a luxury back then.

I started recording the songs that would end up being the 411C sessions (named after the room of my student housing flat in London) between Spring and Summer, finishing up the bulk of it after my finals. Sublime was the primary influence, together with everything else I was listening to up to that point and it shows.

The reasons for recording it? No idea. I had some songs I wanted to get out of my head and I had a way to record it like never before - on a computer.

I started recording my own compositions when I was about 15, using a second-hand Tascam 144 four-track cassette recorder, which apparently was the same type of machine Bruce Springsteen recorded the entire album ‘Nebraska’ on. I loved having a machine I could multi-track record on in the comfort of my own room, and at the time it seemed like it was really compact for such a powerful machine.

Jordan laying down a guitar track on the ‘compact’ Tascam 144.

We’d occasionally use a program called ModPlugTracker to compose drum machine beats but the instruments it came with sounded insanely midi, so often times I’d bring the four track to the music room and record some live drums there. The computer didn’t seem powerful enough to record everything on, but this was 1995 - computer home recording wasn’t as common as it is now, and nowhere near as advanced.

However, by mid 2000 I had learned how to use ModPlugTracker a lot more and figured out how I could possibly record guitar based music on it, sampling the guitar and bass riffs and looping them.There was no way I could use the Tascam anymore anyway. I had sold it off two years earlier for... social activities.

Since I had no pre-amps or a mixer, I used my Marshall drive master pedal as a vocal pre-amp and lined the guitar and bass directly, leaving me with only the option of clean instruments. Then I’d chop the riffs up, arrange them, program some drum beats and track the vocals using N-track, a free digital four track app which would record out of sync after twenty seconds so all vocals had to be recorded part by part.

My digital audio workstation, circa 2001.

I wrote songs about Stuff. And Things. I wrote about girls and erectile dysfunction, skateboarding and leaving London for Malaysia. I wrote about being an undergraduate. I couldn’t sing very well back then, but I knew how to write a tune and I liked telling stories.

Things have come full circle and I’m currently recording new material on a computer by myself, just like I did back then - figuring out the arrangements, the riffs, the instrumentation - and even re-recording some of the tracks from this demo. The equipment has come a long way since 2001, but some things still haven’t changed.

I still can’t sing very well. And I also still like to tell stories.

Someone who can’t sing very well getting ready to tell a story, circa 1999.