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Album Sessions Day 1

Gung Hay Fat Choy, Soul Mates,
or something like it. It's Chinese New Year's. An auspicious weekend to be in the studio. We are done for the evening. Doug and I have been chilling watching Justin Timberlake do his thing on an SNL repeat. D*** in a Box is still hilarious. And JT and his band tore up My Love.

Our day was long and productive. It was our first day of new recording sessions. We haven't been in the studio since Wales last June. Rush Hour Soul was in full-effect at the Lincoln Lounge in Venice Beach. Got down there about 11 a.m. Nice to be by the ocean.

We tracked drums for 6 songs this afternoon and evening. The numbers we cut today were Everything My Heart Desires, Fall Out, Down By Love, U Had The $, Everyone's Ingenue and Sucka. The sounds captured by our production team of Steve Refling and Adam Marsland are slamming. The drums are hitting hard and the bass is deep. I've got the blister on my thumb to prove it. There will be some serious dancing to this album. It's going to be a groove!

We've got more work and playing ahead of us tomorrow. Our goal is to record the basics for 4 additional songs before we start in on vocals and guitar parts.

If you have a spare hour and 1/2 to go to the movies, Music & Lyrics is cute and quite funny. A great date movie and it was a gas to see Hugh Grant portray a musical has-been. Brad Garrett was quite good as his manager. Drew Barrymore is the epitome of cute, but never cloying. As a musician, I probably had a better appreciation for some of the industry jokes and being a child of the 80's is helpful. Lots of references to the new wave and new romantic groups I grew up with, as well as stabs at reality TV and today's spiritually vapid "pop-kinds" (did I just coin a phrase?). Regardless, there is certainly worse out there for new movies.

Love, Power, Peace

Comments

Unknown said…
I still see Little Girl Drew starting a fire in front of a tv tuned to channel 3 static in the lobby of the Venice Beach Lincoln Lounge announcing "They're here..." And I CANNOT wait to hear the new tracks, y'all... or is that all y'all. Numero quattro? Could you help me out with the Texan slang here? Muchos grande gracias...

-C.P. Numero dos
Anonymous said…
Numero Dos...didn't you see Rush Hour (Chris Tucker/Jackie Chan)?? When they are outside the Chinese restaurant, leaning against their car, listening to "War" on the radio..perhaps not. To answer your question it is "y'all"...Texas twang/slang and Ebonics have more in common than u think..lol. Peace Out
-Numero Quatro

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