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I've been writing, playing the instruments, and recording for my experimental/blackened doom metal project Harmoze for about two years ( SndCld profile is: ___/pat-jenkinson/tracks ). In the process I have discovered that the bass comes more naturally to me then the guitar ever did, and as of August 2019 I finally picked up an amp that is suitable for gigging. Looking for metal projects or maybe something super experimental/avant garde.
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- Under 10
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- More than 3 times per week
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- 4-5 nights a week
Black Sabbath, Om, Electric Wizard, Soft Machine, Sleep, Slayer, Candlemass, Death, Captain Beefheart
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Bass: Schecter Stiletto Stealth 5 string, Orange Terror 500w head, Peavey Headliner 400w 2x10 cab (Also a knockoff P-Bass and a 40w Ampeg combo unit)
Guitar: Jackson Soloist SLX3, Peavey Windsor, Harley Benton 2x12 with Celestion Vintage 30s (Also a kinda crappy BC Warlock and a 40w Line 6 Spider)
Pedals: Black Arts Pharoah, Boss HM-2, Tube Screamer, and a bunch of the Behringer clones of classic pedals.
Keyboard: Some kind of Yamaha. This is the next piece of gear I'm looking to update.
BurningLyrics: [Verse 1] I look upon the city and I see that it's burning The cold grey skyline feeds an ocean of flames A million souls dancing blind through oblivion Flesh black and shriveled thoughts enveloped in chains The banker jerks to the voice of the projects His unworn soles press down the shattered concrete His gaze dancing round the bum at the corner He seeks some sub-market-priced fleshly release The whore lays numb as sharp footsteps fade down the hallway Summons the strength to rise and strap on her coat She counts the cash thinks of a plump well fed child Absorbed in fantasy til the knife taps her throat [Chorus] Burning Burning A tower of flames Escape the inferno lest your mind be claimed Scorching Charring Shriveling skin To see the road free set your gaze within [Verse 2] The bum skulks through tenements in search of the dealer Who, pockets flush, seeks the embrace of the whore He falls asleep, havin dreams that he's a gangsta Wakes up to find his stash has crept out the door The dealer sweats, knowing fronts aren't handouts His phone in one hand with the other he prays Finds a connect, with cheap unproven product A penthouse, a streetcorner, two bodies decay I look upon the city and I see that it's burning The cold grey skyline feeds an ocean of flames A million souls dancing blind through oblivion Flesh black and shriveled thoughts enveloped in chains [Repeat Chorus]
Inward Journey[Spoken word] Mankind forever strives towards the conquest. Choking the meandering rivers with their rigid canals. Raising neat, symetrical towers to the very threshold of heaven. Yoking the atoms themselves to our malignant hunger. Like a reckless general overreaching into enemy territory, we find ourselves alienated and harried from all sides. Each step forward dragging us that much further from our refuge. For it is neither the jagged mountains nor the strange men on the other side who are our true adversaries, but the demons roaming unchecked through the recesses of our minds. [Gutteral Vocals] Wander the chambers that wind 'neath your consciousness Descend through your inner minds blackened halls. Seeking the wellspring of liberation and bliss Heeding the shackle bound soul's desperate call Though there is danger you won't be unaided Clad in the garments of salvific thread Gifts of the mystical enlightened sages Weapons to sever the fell demons head [Clean Vocals] Inward journey To the seat of The holy caverns in the deep hearts core Light the torch and Hone your weapons Hold to the course laid by the ancient lore For the paths are Fraught with demons Arrayed in armor and ready for war Brave the storm and Slay the dragon Stride out in triumph on the sacred shore
Jets of Blood Coiling up the Muddy Needle
Jets of Blood Coiling up the Muddy NeedleA song I wrote about the addiction epidemic currently devastating America. Lyrics: A smashed up car shields a broken soul Waiting for the man he called to cure his fear honed sickness His bare existence enslaved to the hold Of theft and robbery a monument of human weakness Hysterical, desperate, beyond control Jagged thoughts drawn to the needle and the crack stems quick bliss Blindly groping for a fix A maddened charge to the River Styx Starving, frenzied, bound in chains Led to damnation by the endless pain Compressed needle the lodestone of thought Burning stem now the seal of ambition One more flailing soul is caught Abandoned ululating at the gates of perdition A thin glass pipe with a crown of chore Alluring smoke glides down the tube to softly caress my lungs The foil prepped, from the bag I pour The soft brown powder put to flame and I breathe in the poison The midnight winter's darkness Lays down it's frost breathed stark kiss Upon a refuse heaped abandoned Hartford street The wheeling smog veiled stars Sketch out a battered car And within, a young man trembling in his sheets A thousand biting winds Strip bare the toll of sin Endless crimes spurred by the bloody whip of addiction And from the cloudy murk creeps A sea of ashen flurries A dopesick addict staring out in transfiction Repeat chorus
Thich Quang Duc
Thich Quang DucMusic: So I made a decent amount of changes to this earlier song. Re-recorded the whole thing and changed a few of the riffs. Re-did some bass parts and completely overhauled the solo. I tried to make the drum parts significantly more varied then before. I also made some major changes to the vocals I employed, switching between screamed vox and death metal vox. Finally, on the mixing/mastering front, I spent a lot more time experimenting with impulse responses and did a lot of work learning how to better set up a decent master track. Subject: On June 11th, 1963, Thích Quảng Đức sat down in the middle of an intersection in Saigon, doused himself in gasoline, and lit his flesh on fire in protest of the oppression of Catholic ruler of President Diệm. Lyrics: The faces flow along the Saigon street like rapids down a watercourse, save one stony visage held high above the current. The crowd parts before the silent monk and his companions, eyes drawn to the gas canister in morbid instrospection and acrobat spectator glee, breaking from the momentum of their routines to observe the call of the void. The monk sits, back straight, eyes fixed ahead of him, the splashed petrol dissipating through the rank coctail of city odors with an unwavering clarity. A match is lit, and the unified gasp of the crowd seems to draw the very life from the atmosphere, leaving only an abyss of grim expectation as the flame pirhouettes through the air. Flames dance into the effulgent sky Bound to a man in the lotus position Against the inferno his will burns bright The world's suffering won't bring him into submission The crowd grows pale as the flames grow higher Inferno burns but he feels no fire Dissolving muscles don't respond to the burning The well tamed mind floats above it's yearning Where once was a man now lay piles of embers Air dissipates but the crowd remembers Wisps of smoke thin out from extinguished coals The wheel spins on save one unbent soul Smoke in the air smells of burning flesh Liquified skin pouring down his body Solitary man iron will possessed Flame forged mind not the least bit cloudy
The Four Signs
The Four SignsMusic: So this is the first of my original songs I've rerecorded with miced amps. I spent two weeks watching a ton of production videos to try and up my studio game. While there are still a few things I'm not happy with production wise this is definitely miles ahead of any of my earlier efforts. Subject: A feeble old man, a person in the grips of the plague, and a bloated corpse. These three things were seen by Prince Siddhartha Gotama as he left his palace grounds and entered the city. These three sights forced him to confront the fact that death and misery are inherent to the human condition and abandon his pampered existence to become a wandering ascetic. Lyrics: Fissured hands and a back bent low Sagging down from the weight of all the woes that haunt him What kind of man is forced to endure such blows It's all of us and I can feel the joy of life fading dim Aging, sickness, death You can't avoid them Pleasures of the flesh I will depart from Carefree palace life This world I condemn Greed, envy, hate I will renounce them Buboed flesh a body caked in it's waste He squirms in agony and I can barely face this torment What kind of man is forced to endure this state? All sentient beings tied upon this wheel of endless torment [Repeat chorus] Bloated skin and a vacant breath The very life within his being has been wrenched out from him What kind of man is forced to endure this death? Each one of us is doomed to feel our final breath fading dim
She (Misfits Cover)
She (Misfits Cover)
Heruka (Second Mix)
Heruka (Second Mix)Music: This is the first of my tentative final mixes for my upcoming album. What I mean by that is when I first started recording my tracks back in November I knew next to nothing about how to properly use a DAW, so my intention was to just get all the riffs I had been accumulating formatted into full songs and start learning how to use a studio. I've spent a lot of time since then practicing, reading, and watching tutorials so now I'm going back and putting my knowledge to use. This stage took almost three times as long as my initial recordings, so it may be the case that by the time I have finished all the songs I will have picked up even more skills, but as it stands right now this is the best I can produce production wise. Any feedback, especially on production, would obviously be greatly appreciated. Subject: The Tibetan Book of Dead claims that after a person has died and their soul has entered the intermediate state, they will encounter two things, an enchanting light corresponding to the realm of their next rebirth, and a number of fearsome deities known as as Heruka's and Pisaci's, who drink from blood filled skulls while embracing each other in intercourse, wielding swords daggers in their arms and bearing black snakes around their head. Those who turn away from the Heruka in fear are doomed to follow whatever course has been laid out from them, but those who do not avert their gaze and instead focus intently on the beings will be rescued from the torments of cyclical existence. Lyrics: Descending darkness, as all you know fades away Abandoned carcass, your soul has wandered astray A smokey light arrives and your under it's spell Your better fight, if you give in it it'll drag you to hell Don't turn your eyes from great Heruka Drinking blood from a severed head Bow down to wise Buddha Heruka Fight the fear push back the dread Better not flee glorious Heruka Wielding a sword and a Vajra bell Wanna be free follow great Heruka Or you're gonna be dragged down to hell Pushed towards the light by your every urging Look at Heruka you feel distress All of the deeds of your life converging Only the strong pass Heruka's test
Veil of the Skin-Encapsulated Ego (2018-03-04)
Veil of the Skin-Encapsulated Ego (2018-03-04)Music: This week I went with a more conventional doom metal sound. I still did a quick black metal chorus mod and some of my melodic choices are again inspired by Death's work, but by and large the riffs are slow and pounding. More tempo shifts this week then usual, with jumps from single/double time 100bpm to 140bpm. I hung around the harmonic minor a lot but did not hold myself to it. This was my first time trying a solo with a chord sequence rather than a just a single one chord riff underneath it. Subject: Most of us believe ourselves to be a single coherent identity that is at least partially unchanging from birth to death. In other words, that the you from when you were a child (or even the you from last night) holds something in common with the you from today. This is untrue. From a scientific perspective, every single cell that you had in your body even a decade ago has long departed, while our understanding of brain plasticity show constant change. From an experiential perspective too, if you disassemble what you consider the self into it's constituent components, you'll see that your feelings, perceptions, desires, drives, thoughts, and even your consciousness itself are in a perpetual state of flux. To understand this truth is to understand that the ego is nothing but the aggregation of a handful of changing factors, and that you, like the world around you, are just one small organ of the ever shifting body of life. Lyrics: Search through your feelings and grasp for the self An endless stream, coherence an illusion Trace your sensations pay heed to what's felt A solid ego a mind-wrought delusion Volition, intention, choice and desire An endless stream, constant change ever flowing Trek through your thoughts seeking what won't expire Transient impulse is all you'll be knowing Ego Nothing but mist Fan it away and find truth in your midst No self Nothing remains Discard the falsehood And break from your chains Each waking moment you cling to the "you" A solid person of unchanging makeup Slice through the veil then seek out the truth Break free from ignorant slumber and wake up When you have found that your essence is naught But fleeting aggregates marked by impermanence You'll see through the thick smog you'll break through the knot You'll learn all is one and you'll crease your minds turbulence
The Fall of Pistis Sophia (2018-02-25)
The Fall of Pistis Sophia (2018-02-25)Music: This week I wrote pretty much the entire song in Eb harmonic minor rather than using a lot of key/mode changes as I often do, save the intro, where I tried to give off a certain menace by tugging it between Eb harmonic minor and Cb major. I returned back to my experiments mixing doom metal riffs with Chuck Schuldiner inspired dissonant/harmonic minor phrasing and fills. I also returned back to the spoken word intro, combining it with the guitar amp distorted harsh vocals and multitracked falsettos I used last week. This time I also played around with pitch shifting harmonies with ReaPitch, though I couldn't do more than add an upper fifth without it getting really muddy. I tried to cut back on the length by doing a leaner solo section and limiting the number of bridge/interlude passages, but the spoken word section brought the whole thing back up to almost the six minute mark. Subject: I combined elements from a few different Gnostic creation myths, particularly Pistis Sophia and the Apocryphon of John, to form a single narrative. To give a rough summary of the whole thing: Sacklas the lion serpent and his demonic children wish to capture some of light of the divine Aeons he sees in the heavens above him, so he distorts the divine light until one of those Aeons, Pistis Sophia, is drawn into his material realm. The other Aeons, however, do not allow Sophia to become captured without providing aid. They trick Sacklas into placing her sacred light within beings crafted of his fleshy realm. Hence humanity was born. Lyrics: Deep within the fog of iniquity, the lion serpent rages. Sacklas the black observes the play of the heavens far above his kingdom of desolate matter, and covets the light for himself. Scheming with his children: Athoth the sheep-headed reaper, Sabbataios of the raging fire, and Yao the seven headed snake, Sacklas devises a plan. Using the reflective power of the water born of his physical realm, he distorts the sacred light above him, seeking for one of the great Aeons to descend in blind confusion to his kingdom of misery. Deep in the waters | Radiant light Beyond the borders | An entrancing sight Pistis Sophia | Can't look away Imprinted idea | Of going astray Called by the beauty | To descend below Four figures brooding | In the shadows Unknowing Aeon | Caught in their snare Her own sacred light drawn | Into their lair Run from the lion The beast with his eye on The heavenly essence withing Sacklas will find you His children will bind you And send your soul to their kin The world we've been pinioned to is their dominion They're gonna draw out your soul To feed on it's essence Draw from it's quintessence Your endless torment is the toll Faithful Sophia | Cries out for aid From highest podia | An answer relayed Tricking the dark one | To return the light From him and his children | To flesh forms upright Within these creations | A will to ascent And from divine teachers | High knowledge is sent Trapped in the darkness | The humans must fight To break from the serpent | And enter the light
Dependent Origination (2018-02-18)
Dependent Origination (2018-02-18)Music: I leaned fairly hard into the black metal this week, using bm style riffs both as a chorus and as a sort of call and response with the doomier parts of the verse and the bridges. I also pushed the vocal processing even further than I did last week. The verse vocals sound really strange, like some kind of Lovecraftian horror doing it's best impression of Chris Barnes. Subject: According to the doctrine of Prātītyasamutpāda, or dependent origination/arising, the psychological state of humanity (and their very existence) is the product of a vast causal chain that begins with ignorance, moves on to sense and mind impressions of the outside world, becomes craving and clinging, and then manifests in physical action, which in turn restarts the cycle. I decided to pursue the process of Prātītyasamutpāda through the lives of three hypothetical people. Lyrics: From amidst the sea of ignorance Rises a man most beligerant Got a job diggin drills the stone The bossman's hatred tears his flesh from the bone Visions of honor dance across his TV When life don't match up then he starts gettin mean Enraged drunk eyes fall upon his young boy And he keeps swingin til his face is destroyed The little child feels the sting of the fists Then formulates his own vision of bliss Thinks hurting others sets his soul unbound Just drives the endless cycle round and round Dependent Origination Cyclical Lasceration Dependent Origination Eternal Oscillation From the whirlwind of mass delusion Comes a soul enamored by an illusion A mind ensnared by vast shackles of pain Thinks sweet release can be pumped into his vein Each new injection only adds to the fire To cop more heroin his soul's one desire He seeks his respite in the world of sensation He turns the wheel of endless lamentation Repeat Chorus
Inner Journey (2018-02-11)
Inner Journey (2018-02-11)Music: More refinement and experimentation. I've made some progress incorporating the post-punk(PiL)/krautrock(Neu/Can) style bass vamp with a more traditional solo, and I'm pretty happy with the end result. I used harmonic minor for the chorus and branched into heavy 70's hard rock territory for the opening/closing riff. I also did more exploration with my vocals, I tried running the harsh vocals through guitar distortion and tried my hand at high vocals for the first time. Subject: This one is fairly self explanitory. I think that the western world project their own inner turmoil on the endless conquest of their material surroundings, be it in the form of skyscrapers and earthworks or fancy technology, and typically regard the idea of the inward journey, a staple of human existence since early hunter/gatherer tribes first became successful enough to allow the specialized role of a shaman to exist among. The constant stream of research over the past five years showing the benefits of meditation has started to change this, but there is still a long way to go. Lyrics: Mankind forever strives towards the conquest of all that surrounds them. Their towers stretch up from the soil of their birth to bring them closer and closer to the glistening heavens. The wandering bends of rivers and jagged slopes of mountains are wrought into straight roads and broad avenues, while the atoms themselves are harnassed to our wills. But each step in our advance puts us further and further from our true, eternal adversary. Like a reckless general driving his troops deep into enemy territory, we find ourselves in alien lands while our greatest foe charges into the rear of our lines. We foolishly built upwards and upwards in maddened flight from our greatest threat, but no construct is so tall as to keep us away from that which lurks within our soul. Wander the chambers that wind 'neath your consciousness Blindly traverssing the madenning halls Seeking the source of true liberation and bliss Heeding the will of the soul's sacred call Though there is danger you won't be unaided Even though this journey's travelled alone For you'll be preceded by the ancient sages Their paths of string will guide you to the throne Inward Journey Through the Heart of The painful and endless longing for more On the Way you Will find Demons Arrayed in armor and ready for war
Thich Quang Duc (2018-02-03)
Thich Quang Duc (2018-02-03)Music: A lot of this fits within the general archetype I have come to establish for myself: Doom Metal foundation that branches off and explores beyond those confines. The intro borrows from Slayer's very unique melodic sensibility, chorus is inspired by Chuck Schuldiner's playing but with a bit of 80's speed metal thrown into the mix. I incorporated the Krautrock and PiL inspired solo, but also some of the ideas I've heard Neu employ. The biggest difference here is the vocals. I've been trying to train my voice for the past couple months, and I was happy with how the chorus came out in the last song so I went all in. You can hear the strain all the takes I did put on my throat, but I kinda like the rough edge. Subject: On June 11th, 1963, Thich Quang Duc sat down in the middle of an intersection in Saigon, doused himself in gasoline, and lit his flesh on fire in protest of the Catholic administration of President Diệm's oppression of Buddhism. Lyrics: The faces move along the crowded city street like rapids down a watercourse, until one stony visage lifts itself above the turbulent currents. The crowd parts before the silent monk and his companions, eyes drawn to the gas canister in morbid introspection and childlike circus-acrobat glee, breaking away from the momentum of their routine to listen in on the call of the void. The monk sits, back straight, eyes fixed ahead of him, the splashed petrol dissipating through the air, cutting through the rank cocktail of city odors with it's burning clarity. A match is lit, and the unified gasp of the crowd seems to draw the very life from the atmosphere, leaving only an abyss of grim expectation as the flame pirouettes through the air. Flames dance into the expectant sky Tied to a man in the lotus position Amidst the inferno his will won't die The world's suffering won't bring him into submission The crowd goes pale as the flames grow higher Inferno burns the man feels no fire Corroding muscles no response to the burning An untamed mind floats above the yearning Where once was a man now lay piles of embers Air dissipates but the crowd remembers Wisps of smoke thin out from extinguished coals The wheel spins on save one unbent soul Smoke in the air smells of burning flesh Liquefied skin pouring down his body Solitary man iron will possessed Flame forged mind not the least bit cloudy
The Four Signs (2018-01-27)
The Four Signs (2018-01-27)Music: So I kept to the heavy doom stuff for the verses and interludes, and I continue experimenting with running my voice through guitar distortion. The chorus I decided to try a couple new things. I veered more towards speed metal for the guitar, but then for the bass I was inspired by the playing of Helloween's Markus Grosskopf on their first two EP's to try a clean sound and incorporate his little "melodic end fills". I came up with intro when I tried playing the opening of "Sound of Silence" in Eb with distortion and ended up liking the way the even pattern sounded. For the solo I keep trying to refine the idea of infusing the kind of vamp sessions you see in Krautrock groups where they hold a single riff for a long time while throwing improvised phrases overtop of it with the more standard metal solos. The bass riff was inspired by Public Image Ltd's Jah Wobble. Subject: A feeble old man, a person in the grips of the plague, and a bloated corpse. These three things were seen by Prince Siddhartha Gotama as he left his palace grounds and entered the city. These three sights forced him to confront the fact that death and misery are inherent to the human condition and abandon his pampered existence to become a wandering ascetic. Lyrics: Fissured hands and a back bent low Sagging down from the weight of all the woes that haunt him What kind of man is forced to endure this strife? It's all of us and I can feel the joy of life fading dim Aging Sickness Death You can't avoid them Food Women Joy These sights have spoiled them Careless Palace Life Knowledge destroys them Aging Sickness Death You can't avoid them Buboed flesh a body caked in it's waste He squirms in agony and I can barely face the torment What kind of man is forced to endure such pain? Is every living creature tied upon these chains I lament Bloated skin and an awful stench The very life within his being has been wrenched out from him What kind of man is forced to endure this death? Each one of us is doomed to feel our final breath fading dim
The Acidic Hive-Bile (2018-01-20)
The Acidic Hive-Bile (2018-01-20)A million people gathered under the glow Of pulsing screens that shackle minds together over vastness Vomit hive hatred onto misconstrued foes And one by one they throw themselves upon the fires of madness Blindly groping For a new way Searching for peace in a glarin display Each move only Tangles your chains Your every action just increases your pain Spend a lifetime Buying a fable Soul drawn and quartered tied to CAT5 cable
Jade Eyed Lady (2018-01-13)
Jade Eyed Lady (2018-01-13)Jade eyed lady turn your gaze my way You got my mind ensnared You got my heart in chains Jade eyed lady gets me outta control Shootin flaming arrows right through my soul Glistening Smile Dancing in the sunlight Radiant splendour Swirling through my thoughts Billowing curls Swaying like a gold kite Delicate hands Tie my heart up in knots Jade eyed lady turn your gaze my way You got my mind ensnared You got my heart in chains Jade eyed lady turn your gaze on me Swing your sacred sword Break my shackles free Repeat of chorus lines
Heruka (2018-01-06)The Tibetan Book of Dead claims that after a person has died and their soul has entered the intermediate state, they will encounter two things, an enchanting light corresponding to the realm of their next rebirth, and a number of fearsome deities known as as Heruka's and Pisaci's, who drink from blood filled skulls while embracing each other in intercourse, wielding swords daggers in their arms and bearing black snakes around their head. Those who turn away from the Heruka in fear are doomed to follow whatever course has been laid out from them, but those who do not avert their gaze and instead focus intently on the beings will be rescued from the torments of cyclical existence.
Angulimala (2017-12-30 Track)
Angulimala (2017-12-30 Track)According to the Pali Canon, Angulimala was a Brahmin priest in training turned serial killer when his master, who believed that his student had slept with his wife, told the young man that the final stage in his training was to return to him with 1000 severed fingers, Angulimala then embarked on a rampage through the forests of Kosala killing many innocent people before encountering a man known as Shakyamuni Buddha. When he was unable to land a blow on him, Angulimala broke down and submitted himself to the Buddha.
Studio Experimentation: 2017-11-11
Studio Experimentation: 2017-11-11I've been trying to learn to use Reaper by recording a new song every week. For better or worse I do all the instruments, vocals, writing, etc. Still have no clue how to mix or sing so this is all a work in progress.
Studio Experimentation: 2017-11-18
Studio Experimentation: 2017-11-18I've been trying to learn to use Reaper by recording a new song every week. For better or worse I do all the instruments, vocals, writing, etc. Still have no clue how to mix or sing so this is all a work in progress.
Studio Experimentation: 2017-11-25
Studio Experimentation: 2017-11-25I've been trying to learn to use Reaper by recording a new song every week. For better or worse I do all the instruments, vocals, writing, etc. Still have no clue how to mix or sing so this is all a work in progress.
Studio Experimentation: 2017-12-02
Studio Experimentation: 2017-12-02I've been trying to learn to use Reaper by recording a new song every week. For better or worse I do all the instruments, vocals, writing, etc. Still have no clue how to mix or sing so this is all a work in progress.
Studio Experimentation: 2017-12-09 (No Vocals)
Studio Experimentation: 2017-12-09 (No Vocals)I've been trying to learn to use Reaper by recording a new song every week. For better or worse I do all the instruments, vocals, writing, etc. Still have no clue how to mix or sing so this is all a work in progress.
Studio Experimentation: 2017-12-09
Studio Experimentation: 2017-12-09I've been trying to learn to use Reaper by recording a new song every week. For better or worse I do all the instruments, vocals, writing, etc. Still have no clue how to mix or sing so this is all a work in progress.