This is something that I have been telling my 13-year old son all weekend, mainly because he would often pray to get various things and when they didn’t happen, he would always question why. That’s when I would tell him so. While I believe that everything is God-given, I don’t believe that we get it by saying a prayer and pulling a lever and watch it drop out of the sky.
Funny enough, my daily devotionals dealt with complaining and bellyaching. My Saturday study passage illustrated the very premise that God is not a vending machine and yet everyone in the desert was complaining and whining that things were not going their way, because all they had to eat was manna. They had manna and yet they wanted meat. God gave them meat and then they wanted something else. If it’s not one thing, it’s another. And don’t think that God didn’t give them more than what they bargained for.
Then I stumbled upon one of the questions that asked if God ever answered my prayers which proved to be costly… and sure enough, there was a time. I remember once getting a Lincoln Mark VIII, and while it was a nice car, it proved to be more than what I had bargained for. It became costly to repair. Insurance was a nightmare once I got into an accident with it. It was hard to handle in the winter time. That was only the beginning. All of the costs piled up pone on top of the other and it just got to a point where it wasn’t worth it. Fortunately, at a crossroads, I managed to find the answer and the choice I needed to make and was fortunate enough that God provided a way out for me and managed to get rid of the car. Happily enough, all of the costs went away with it.
I’ve learned to be careful what I ask for… I will get it, and possibly more than what I bargained for!
… and all the King’s Men weren’t around to help me put this studio back together again. PITY!
I finally got everything all back together last night before having to take down a wedding for Joelle and the first thing I did was plug one of my guitars into one of the tube pre-amp inputs and the first words out of my mouth were “OH MY GOD!” Everything just sounded so alive!
All of a sudden, some of the amp models were just jumping out of the speakers. Notes were sustaining like they never did and there was a certain fire! Talk about music to my ears! I dialed in one of the Marshall amp models and plugged in my ol’ Ibanez Destroyer. I started hearing it the way I used to hear my old KISS albums. It was almost as if Paul Stanley were in the room playing. I even got a treat that I never got out of a straight digital interface… FEEDBACK! Yes!!! The guitar will feed back on a tube interface. It sounded totally mind blowing. I definitely feel a song coming on.
The two day rewiring project was more than worth it. It helped me clear out the gear that I was no longer using as well as helping me find which other gear is nearing the end of its life, such as my ol’ Multi-Verb III, which will probably not be replaced either as my Ibanez SDR-1000 (which is older) is more than worthy for the job and has held out longer and would probably be used in conjunction with my RockMan XPR (if that holds out as well… if not, it’s been nice).
It’s play time!!
I must be deluded if I believed that ripping apart my entire studio and putting it all back together would have taken just one night. If anything, it took me all night to just rip it all apart. Things are starting to go back into place bit by bit, but this is definitely no one night job. Combined with the fact that I promised my son that we’d do some stuff today and that I promised my wife that I would take care of her business while she was gone, this is probably going to take me
all weekend to get done.
Oh well… so much for music this weekend. I can’t even pump some music through my iTunes because everything runs through the rack and the rack is in no state to have any audio through it at the moment. Oh well… I should just shut up and get back to work.
I went to Staples and picked up a little label maker along with some extra label tape with extra strong adhesive. I’m going to get out my screwdrivers and I am going to go into the studio and re-arranging my entire rack, ripping out all of the cables and re-organizing and labelling them. I am also ripping out my old Roland R-8m drum unit that I had for 20 years. It served me well, but it’s time has come.
I’m probably going to be in there all night and probably into the early morning in order to get things running in an efficient manner. This way, I can have easy visual access to my most used equipment and leave the least used stuff in a spot where I know they won’t be as needed.
If anything, the way I have things right now, it’s so inefficient. I can’t see my tube pre-amps and some of my other stuff in not handled as much. I’m also going to label the cables that I hook into the pre-amps because I don’t want to accidentally plug a dynamic or ribbon mic into a phantom powered cable. That would spell the end of the mic.
I am definitely looking forward to a more efficient studio rack… IT’S RIPPING TIME!
Finally, a question today that has surpassed my usual “why has someone never invented a sound-proof toilet bowl?” derives from this link:
What were people thinking when they came up with these types of breakfast cereals????
The worst part is that I remember the majority of these cereals from their commercials. I never ate any of them, and looking back, that seems like a good thing. Some of the things that they wrote made me laugh out loud. Here’s a piece:
Honestly, what’s more appetizing than chowing down on some crunchy loggs? Wouldn’t you just love to pop a logg in your mouth and experience its rich nutty flavor? It tastes just like what you’d get if a cartoon beaver took a dump in your bowl. Mmmm…delish.
They forgot to mention that it also looks like a cartoon beaver took a dump in the bowl as well. Some people in marketing positions were probably overdosing on too many Magic Puffs (another breakfast cereal).
Sometimes, I think it’s weird how differently I have been viewing everything this week. I mean, things changed practically within a heartbeat last Sunday. Now, it feels as if not only have my eyes been opened, but my soul has been awakened. It feels as if I am not in the same place anymore. Even though I have seen the same things over and over again, everything around me feels so new and different. Life feels different. I see new things in Joelle that are fascinating. Joshua seems different as well. Even music has taken on a different beauty that I can’t explain. I can’t explain anything at the moment. It’s as if God has given me another chance and another point of view in life.
All I know is that things have changed… and so have I, and I like it!
This past Sunday I got a an answer to one of my prayers that, although may seem small and insignificant to anyone else, felt really huge to me:
Our former pastor, who has stepped down at our church to do bigger and better things for God’s purpose, is someone that I always related to musically. Whenever we used to play on some special worship teams together, I always felt closer to God because of him. Not because we was our pastor, but because it felt like we charged each other up so much that it almost as if we could light up the entire church building and then some. You wanna talk about being gripped by the Holy Spirit, this was unexplainable to the point of overwhelm. If anything, I don’t know if his new position will allow us to do worship music like that again, so all I wanted was that chance to do this once more, even if it turns out to the be the last time (which I hope not, but one never knows). That’s all I prayed for.
My prayer got answered when I was playing at his send-off party last Sunday. In our second worship set, our worship team leader right into the song asked the pastor to come up and sing with us. It didn’t take another second to realize it all, and I was so overwhelmed with joy, I was practically drowning in my own tears. Funny enough, we were singing “How Great Is Our God”, and to me, nothing could have been more true at the time. It was way too much to contain, and I was playing it out so hard on my guitar that I was surprised that I didn’t break a string.
It was such a tiny prayer, but it was answered in such a big way to me. It truly showed how great is our God!