Rod West In a Nutshell
Piano lessons at 5. Thank you, Ms. Dyvig!
Saved up for a recording rig with paper route money. I sold and delivered the Burlington County Times, an Old Media rag whose main selling point was a “color front page.” Of course, the likelihood of poor writing, poor editing, and biased coverage did not deter me from winning a Sony Walkman as a reward for targeting newly built old-folks communities for $ales. Portable media was born, and it was good. Bulky by today’s standards, but good.
Porky and Teabiscuit was the band I was in with my big brother. There was some cool stuff, and soon I will be baking our multitrack tape and remixing our album. Good first studio experience. Horrible mix.
Digital recording in late 90s kept me busy. No method to the madness. Just madness.
Rigbees and Barrelhouse were two bands I was in simultaneously. These were the “constantly on the move” years during which I had to measure my level of artistic fulfillment against having people clap for me and, at times, ask for my autograph. Bleh.
Self-education and Taxi
Taxi is a weird publishing house that solicits music for mainstream media. I plunked down $300 and, for a year, “professionals” listened to songs that I submitted in response to classified-style ads. I learned great lessons. My production wasn’t horrible, albeit a bit dated. I shouldn’t say anything significant nor edgy. In short, the less meaning a song had, the better chance of being selected.
I’m certain that the world is no worse off for not having heard my songs on tv shows. I’m also certain that, in the Grand Scheme of Things, I don’t really give a fuck.
Since 2012, I have committed myself to self-education in the recording, mixing, and producing disciplines. I feel good to describe myself as “ready to graduate” from that school and get to work. And I have been working. See “The Archive” below.
The objective of this website is to capture stuff that is interesting to me so that I can stare at it from time to time. I make music, so perhaps posting some odds and ends of my creative process may be of interest. I am a half-assed poet, too, erroring on the side of lyricism and rhyming (loose rhyme is especially interesting; though i do find that good rhythm and melody can be interesting with no rhyme at all).
I’ll come back to this one. I have to figure out the cosmic connection between Gordon Lightfoot, The Beatles, and Cher. Just kidding about Cher. I did use autotune in the song Gray March. I’m ashamed to have typed that out loud.
I have a pretty good archive, and there are several albums in the can that I’ve re-mixed and re-mastered; and, many more to go. This is where these shall see the light of day.