MEOW! Yep, it’s a cat. Cheerio the cat, in fact. She would always get so excited and meow her little head off when I petted her and gave her a good scratch behind the ears. It would crack everyone up and I figured I’d throw it in there. Alas, I had no goat or I would’ve used the goat instead.
The preferred instrument of most musicians
The thing I remember first and foremost about Front Y-Ard Stomp is how bloody damn cold it was that day. The stomp and clapping you hear are me (just recorded several passes at it and bounced them together so it sounded like a bunch of people stomping and clapping at once.)
I brought out a kick drum mic and aimed it at the concrete porch floor outside. I placed another mic about chest high and clapped while I stomped.
Unfortunately, it was the dead of winter and Dad was pretty tired and uncooperative. Coupled with the 10 degree whether outside… Sigh… Frozen man, completely frozen. Turned out well though, methinks.
The name, of course, is in homage to Bron-Yr-Aur Stomp—the Led Zeppelin tune. The main lick (acoustic guitar) was just a lick I wrote however long ago—probably circa 2003-2004. The banjo and Dobro came last. The Dobro is fucking smoking, in my humble. I must say, grumpy or not… Dad can fucking play, man.
Funny how these things work out; but I believe–do NOT quote me–that this tune is one of the mutual favorites of the two of us. I think we’re both pretty proud of the picking we did and it stands to be one of the things I most proud of doing with my old man. I stood more or less on equal footing with him, you dig?
On drums, no problem whatsoever–but Front Y-Ard Stomp marks the first time I held my own with him on guitar.
Making me the victor.
This trophy is awarded to jas patrick for not getting his ass handed to him
