It was a busy day involving much handling of product onto a handcart as I would eventually empty an entire tractor trailer.
I returned home pleased with my surroundings but, tired.
So, I picked up a guitar and turned the microphone pre-amp on and sang 'Uncle Fred'.
I didn't have any great plans for it but, I then recorded the ambient guitar track and decided to just go with it.
I was tired so, it took much more time than usual but, I did record the backing guitar track for the instremntal portion of 'Uncle Fred'; the second part.
I recorded two overlay guitar tracks and then mixed them.
I'm really quite pleased to have a recording like this, it just doesn't come about in a very conventional manor for me.
Fortunately, there never was a 'Uncle Fred' in my life or the entire family that I'm aware of.
I guess, I'm attracted to songs about pain in passing.
Also, the voice in the recording that says "Stop Uncle Fred, Stop" is myself with a pitch increase.
It is not Natalie Wood.
The song is about a character that would equate with a very bad Fred Gailey that was never scripted.
In conclusion, this would be the worst Christmas song ever recorded but, it is a type of rock song that I have been interested in producing.
‘Uncle Fred’
The Voorholes
2014
Hey kids, gather around, I got a sad song to tell.
Uncle Fred, he’s so much more than dead.
Uncle Fred was using heroin when he was loaded to the core.
On Christmas morning, Uncle Fred stole a house; he slowed down right in front of it.
And, a little girl full of delight, she said this is my plight, this will be my home.
Uncle Fred,
Uncle Fred,
Uncle Fred,
Uncle Fred,
Why did you turn out that way, Uncle Fred?
Uncle Fred, he used heroin five or six times a day;
Uncle Fred.
Stop Uncle Fred, Stop!
Perhaps, there will be a Voorholes book in which the reader
will have a opportunity to identify 'Uncle Fred'
in a assortment of photographs.
Perhaps not.
