tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92030677038414192024-03-13T21:47:57.717-07:00The Music of Bob Krausrkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-62563911390579865882018-05-17T07:36:00.000-07:002018-05-17T07:36:34.736-07:00My Intro to the StoryRecall that I had talked about my dream and the <a href="http://www.sinnersaved.com/2016/04/delivered-under-similitude-of-dream-for.html" target="_blank">story</a> that came from it?<br />
Well, this is the first song. It is a rehash of an old song I wrote back in the 90's called "Desert Presence." I changed up some chords and lyrics and have what I would call a sonic description of an impending storm. I renamed it "Desert Prescience" because the lyrics sing of sensing and shadows of forthcoming events. Enthralled? I hope so.<br />
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<i>There must be something that keeps me facing toward the wind.</i><br />
<i>There must be something; a shape in the clouds in the sky.</i><br />
<i>I close my eyes, but continue to see</i><br />
<i>All the things, all the places, all of the times.</i><br />
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<i>There must be something, a distant thundering from the edge.</i><br />
<i>There must be something; a thing that cries in the night.</i><br />
<i>I only see, but never, never have been,</i><br />
<i>What I see when I look into your eyes.</i><br />
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rkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-8266401407581436612018-05-14T14:05:00.000-07:002018-05-14T14:05:03.516-07:00A New Chapter - First UMC Rolla <span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>o, I'm sitting at my desk on a regular work day, doing my "real job," and my old boss comes in to chat. He's retired from the position and is back on a consultant basis. We don't have much to chat about; we never really have done much chatting except things outside of work. That boils down to the weather, golf, mowing the lawn, etc. So we finish our chat and he turns and leaves. I turn back to my computer and he pops back in and says "Hey, they're looking for a worship leader at my church. First United Methodist. I forgot to tell you." Well, at first I was like, "Wha-a-a-t?" You almost just forgot! But then I calmed down and thanked him for the info.<br />
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You know when you are walking through the right doors, because the enemy will try his hardest to botch it all up. he tried, and is failing because <u>I am a Child of God</u>. Nuf sed.<br />
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So, I've got my first Sunday done, and I am so happy!<br />
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<br />rkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-64682194875717843982017-02-20T06:40:00.000-08:002017-02-20T06:40:33.776-08:00SinnerSaved Is Still AliveOnce a month I get the chance to lead worship at the Salem United Methodist Church in Salem, MO. It is a great blessing to me and my band-mates. I love the hearts of Pastor Doug and his First Lady Carol Walter. Pastor Doug's message this Sunday was about Jesus' commandment to Love One Another. Easy, right?<br />
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<br />rkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-81278656247488756792017-01-23T12:29:00.000-08:002017-01-23T14:39:22.505-08:00Doing It!January 1st is a special time for me. I DO make resolutions. You can call them mile-posts, wake-up calls, whipping posts, whatever. This January I re-focused and determined that if I were ever to get recording done, I need to DO IT.<br />
I need to DO IT COMFORTABLY! So I bought a new recording desk, big ol' monitor and a comfy chair so I can dig it without suffering! Duh!<br />
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So...I got two songs recorded! Yay me!<br />
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I am all over the board when it comes to music genres. I just can't stick to just one. That's may be my downfall, but it's what comes out of me. Take for instance this song; "Good 2 Me" which began as a song playing in my dreams. Probably 2, 3, 4 a.m. or so and this song is playing in my head. I get up and grab my phone, walk down the hallway, so as to not wake up Suzie, and half-whisper/sing this song into it. "You are good to me, wo-oh. La-la-la-la-la-la-la-laaah You are good to me wo-oh..."<br />
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A few days later I put together some lyrics into one of my song books and play with it, over and over and over. I can't get it finished. I'm not satisfied with the chord structure, so it sits there. Now, last week I pull it out and start laying down tracks, getting the chords right, and writing the rest of the lyrics. Here it is. Genius? Hokey? Rockin'? All I can say is I like what I did. Suzie wants a re-write to change the genre to something less "Archies." Give it a listen and let me know what you think.<br />
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rkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-1252609796756628172016-07-14T14:21:00.001-07:002016-07-14T14:21:35.872-07:00Your Will Be Done<h2>
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This song was written years ago. I used to play this live with the San Diego SinnerSaved. It is going to be song three of my concept musical , somewhere after Desert Presence. It is simple and complex at the same time. And now, it is going to be recorded and added to the next compilation from Greentree Christian Church.<br />
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About a month or so ago, Nathan Hall, (our Worship Leader at Greentree) asked members of the music ministry to submit songs and song ideas for consideration to be included the album. I looked through the listing of songs I had recorded enough to be a demo, and pulled out "Your Will Be Done." My reasoning for this song is that it is different, and it is a prayer, and the arrangement is complete.<br />
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Let me set the scene for you: Reverend Philip Vessel has just walked into the sanctuary, and has found the baptismal font, the centerpiece of the apse, in ruins. The font is broken, water-less and unusable. The poor minister is distraught knowing that the font is his key to leaving this poor, hopeless and seemingly God-forsaken church. Without it, he is bound to serve, and bound to stay in this drought-stricken dust-bowl of a town. He prays...<br />
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This is a song about prayers being answered with "not yet" or "no." This is a song about faith and trust in an Almighty God, who is a provider and comforter in all ways and means. This is a song about obedience and submission; being microscopically less than God. As with many disappointments we experience, it sets the scene for a wonderful redemption.</div>
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Last night I sat in front of my laptop, hooked up my Scarlett 2i2 and launched Sony Acid Pro.<br />
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I get nervous for some reason as I start recording....I don't know what it is, but I recognized it last night and will be working on <u>enjoying the process</u>. Go figure, right?<br />
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This is the first time I have started building a song with two time signatures.<br />
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So the song starts out in 7/4, just to make it interesting and set the mood.<br />
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After that we are going to 4/4 to make it interesting too.<br />
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The key? what else? E-freakin'-minor. Ha Ha<br />
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Like some of my recent songs, this is a distillation of an older song. Desert Presence was written in the 90's when Nick Phares and Cristine Nostrand and I were together as "The Kensingers," an acoustic vocal group in San Diego very much like Trilogy. It was written in 6/8, and was pretty straight Em,D, C with a flamenco kind of feel. It still is a good song, but I wanted to twist it a bit to make it more sinister. Em, Em7, Em69. Two tense notes waiting for resolution into a minor. Pretty tasty and fun to write with.<br />
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Interview - Upstage with Caitlin Johnson</h2>
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A few months ago I ran into a friend of mine, Brad Hayes, who was hanging out watching the <b>Mojo Bros </b>(John Pratt and I) over at Ricky Bobby's on Pine St. As we were talking, he mentioned that he would like to interview us using an up and coming TV local personality, Caitlin Johnson. Well, we missed each other here and there, and with scheduling as it is, I ended up doing the interview solo. So, here it is in three parts!</div>
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rkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-78441495999748950742016-04-20T14:35:00.000-07:002016-04-20T14:38:55.062-07:00Fixin' To Be Fixin'<h2>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i>"<span style="line-height: 26px;">As soon as you externalize an idea you see facets of it that weren’t clear when it was just floating around in your head." - Brian Eno</span></i></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="background-color: black;">I am getting ready to get ready to record. I am almost ready to get ready. In the country vernacular, I am fixin' to be fixin'. </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: trebuchet ms, sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">I know that what I'm doing is going to be demo-grade, but the pieces are going to be put in place. Order, tempo, time, progression, general gist are all things I want to get together now as I sketch out this piece of audio sculpture. I know the challenges I will have. When I start laying down the tracks, I will be making it harder and harder to change the build. If you lay your foundation properly, you shouldn't have to knock down to many bricks to modify the wall.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 26px;"><i><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">"The more time you spend on an old idea, the more energy you invest in it, the more solid it becomes, and the more it will exclude new ideas." - Brian Eno</span></i></span></div>
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<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">No botched notes. </span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">No bad timing.</span></li>
<li><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; line-height: 26px;">No distractions from the message.</span></li>
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<span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: black;">"As a maker you tend to put in twice as much as you need as a listener. It’s a symptom of contemporary production. Old records don’t have that problem." - Brian Eno</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 26px;"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In my mind, I have some slow developing music that I want to help paint the picture. What good is a portrait without the appropriate background and props? The prog-rockers learned that long ago. So did the movie soundtrack composers.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; line-height: 26px;">Play for the song</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; line-height: 26px;">Play for the story</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; line-height: 26px;">So with all this musing within me, I am getting ready to get ready. Stay tuned. </span></span></div>
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rkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-85041407654579112462016-04-19T12:23:00.001-07:002016-04-19T12:28:45.883-07:00<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>Delivered under the Similitude of a Dream </b></span><br />
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For the last ten years or so I have been kicking around the premise of a Christian-based concept album based on a story that came to me in a dream.<br />
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I remember the whole thing playing out in my mind, and when I woke up around 3 a.m., I got up, grabbed a pen and paper and started scribbling down the story. It made a lot of sense then, and as I revisit the late-night scratchings, it still makes sense.<br />
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<li>It has intertwining plots</li>
<li>It has heroes</li>
<li>It has a villain</li>
<li>It has a tumultuous event</li>
<li>It has redemption</li>
<li>It has a great ending</li>
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It sits in two places. It sits in a black and white composition book stuffed in with the other paper "art" that exists in the microcosm of my studio. It also sits in my mind, another microcosm of sorts.<br />
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I am feeling very creative towards this concept (not an opera, rock opera, or musical per se). I am working on the first song which is a re-hash of another song I wrote in the 90's. It's coming out well. I think that this will be my next recording project.<br />
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Nuf Sed<br />
BK</div>
rkraus10http://www.blogger.com/profile/04041958135669241960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203067703841419.post-2766416212338113792016-04-16T13:25:00.002-07:002016-04-16T13:25:36.707-07:00Hello World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I know, I know, the title is a bit trite, hackneyed, cliche, blah blah blah.<br />
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If you know me, I rarely stand on the stump (or crap-pile) of social media and spout, spew or sputter my opinions, let alone what is really on my mind. I'm just not that kind of guy, or I wasn't, or maybe it's just that I don't think I can effectively communicate much by recycling someone else's twisted meme.<br />
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It ain't me.<br />
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I am the kind of person who thrives on positivism, and in the social media world I am branded as a "liker." You can tell who I follow by who I "like." Hearts, thumbs, smileys, they are my footprints into the lives of those with which I am intrigued.<br />
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I am a pray-er.<br />
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I will stop and pray when someone requests it. It may only be a one liner, but I can tell you, God favors the intentions of the heart. I believe it's one of my callings.<br />
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I am a creator.<br />
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My world largely exists between the asymmetrical cartilaged tools attached to the sides of my head. Orchestras dive and dip, timpani bellow and guitars scream in there. Love is spoken, hate is substantiated, and whatever touches the human heart gets identified and turned into prose. It's a loud meat-grinder sometimes in that fool head.<br />
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Here I am.<br />
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I am taking the first step to tell you, oh Ethereal Vacuum (VAC-you-um) who I is, what I be like. Let's hope I can get to the next page.<br />
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Peace,<br />
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Bob<br />
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