365 DotU, Day 102 Sometimes Wonders If You Are Real

I’m slowly putting together a collection of tunes for a solo performance, and I’ve discovered something a bit annoying: I am apparently a Melissa Etheridge tribute band.

This is nothing deliberate on my part. I did not sit down and try to come up with M.E. songs to sing. The rest of my collection of tunes runs the gamut from little jazz standards and old Patsy Cline tunes to Neil Young and Bon Jovi (so, you know, most of my 365 DotU stuff, really, plus a few originals). When I tot up the lot, though,  I somehow end up with most of the contents of her first album (from 1988), plus the title track and “Come to my Window from “Yes I Am.” I admit it — I am irrationally fond of that 1988 album. “Bring Me Some Water” was one of the first songs I ever performed with the jam band, and I don’t think there’s a track on the whole album that isn’t worth a listen.

I’ve attempted at least one other tune from that record (“Occasionally”) for the challenge, but this time I thought I’d take a shot at one that requires actually playing the guitar instead of using it for percussion purposes. Today’s effort: “Don’t You Need”.

Yeah, the recording’s kind of jacked, but it wasn’t too bad. I’m still learning how to balance the Washburn against the vocal through the board using the condenser mic, and it’s not quite working. I love the song anyway — such BIG drama! It feels too naked without a band, though — this tune NEEDS the drums and the rest to build the noise.
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About L. M. Bernhardt

For a good long while (15 years or so), I taught philosophy at a little private university in northwest IA, and occasionally branched out into playing music, dabbling in photography, experimenting with food, and writing nonsense on my blog. The philosophy teaching part ended in 2017 (program elimination via prioritization), but never fear! I've just finished my MLIS at San Jose State University, and I'm currently on the market looking for new adventures in either philosophy or LIS. Otherwise, I labor to support my dogs in the lavish manner to which they've become accustomed.
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