R. MADRIGAL

“As a musician, I’ve written hundreds of songs very few people care about or actually enjoy. In the beginning, sure I had naïve delusions of grandeur. I thought it was completely possible to be an uneducated, well paid, no shits given member of society. This would all be funded by my never ending supply of natural brilliance, of course. Yup, also a bit impetuous. Can you imagine? To actually sustain a legitimate career in oneself. How amazing it must feel to provide security with nothing more than an ability to create. That was the dream, that which became an obsession. There is no greater inspiration than doing what they said you could never do. At some point it becomes a journey and despite all opposition, you push on. Endless hours of honing your craft. No rewards, no encouragement, only determination to become better. The initial stages, you will crash and burn. These are the lessons. This may take years. Eventually you fall into something that becomes your own. This is where a change takes place. You put in the hours, you develop a sound. The very same individuals who doubted you, now raise a brow. Along the way you accumulate the necessary tools for the trade. Instruments, amplifiers, microphones,kits, pedals, etc. For some, this is the stage in which you begin interest in documenting your ideas. Now, “the studio” becomes the quest. In this instance, I do differ from most. I BEGAN with the act of recording. For myself, it was 70’s tech. Reel to reel, hamburger sized ear phones with the curly cord. I’m not saying I started back then, but I was exposed to those elements. I started with a tape recorder which was replaced by my first boom box. ”