Hey Soul Mates,
It's early morning in the city. Got home from the Lincoln Lounge at exactly 2. Snacking on sponge cake from Chinatown.
More forward progress in the studio tonight. When Bryan and I arrived, Steve and Adam had been at work for an hour mixing drums and finding places for me to redo (aka overdub) bass parts. Steve was particularly articulate explaining to me what kind of performances the tracks needed. And the fact that he said "more (like) Cameo, than the Time" told me this cat knows his funk.
I put it down on Fall Out and U Had The $. In fact, with an assist from the production squidod, I found a whole new way to play my bass riff on $. Eye-opening and tighter, thus funkier. Plus, a little peer pressure goes a long way, as Chaos Band bassist Teresa Cowles again was in the house. Can't sound shabby with her around. She bags on me as it is for always playing with a pick. But even she was shakin' her booty to the groove. We also selected the master take for Everything My Heart Desires. The crucial track for the album, if you ask me.
While Adam had his laptop out, we insisted on introducing everyone in the studio to Little Superstar. If you haven't seen this dancing sensation, now's the time. As you may have guessed, there's a lot of time for serious thought and focused performances when you are recording. But sometimes you have to step away from what you're doing, so you don't burn out your ears. Witnessing Little Superstar is just one of the many ways to get re-centered. We also took a walk to the local convenience store and read a new article in Spin Magazine that mentioned Adam by name and Teresa as an "ex-bandmate." Hilarity ensued.
Callie has just joined me in the office. We went for a short trip round the block. Dang, winter is back in SoCal. Call me a neat-freak, anybody else clean their dog's paws after a muddy walk?
By Midnight, Bryan was finally getting some time with Steve, discussing amps and guitar tones. Not my forte at all. While they were determining how to capture Bryan's sound, I picked up a copy of Carl Hiassen's Sick Puppy that was on a console. The first 12 pages had me laughing out loud. Thanks for the lend, Steve. I'll endeavor to have it back quickly. It will tide over my fiction reading until my buddy Mike's new novel Jacob Have I Loved arrives.
More time is scheduled for the studio later tonight. I'll see if I can get to sleep at a reasonable hour this week. Ha ha.
Love, Power, Peace
It's early morning in the city. Got home from the Lincoln Lounge at exactly 2. Snacking on sponge cake from Chinatown.
More forward progress in the studio tonight. When Bryan and I arrived, Steve and Adam had been at work for an hour mixing drums and finding places for me to redo (aka overdub) bass parts. Steve was particularly articulate explaining to me what kind of performances the tracks needed. And the fact that he said "more (like) Cameo, than the Time" told me this cat knows his funk.
I put it down on Fall Out and U Had The $. In fact, with an assist from the production squidod, I found a whole new way to play my bass riff on $. Eye-opening and tighter, thus funkier. Plus, a little peer pressure goes a long way, as Chaos Band bassist Teresa Cowles again was in the house. Can't sound shabby with her around. She bags on me as it is for always playing with a pick. But even she was shakin' her booty to the groove. We also selected the master take for Everything My Heart Desires. The crucial track for the album, if you ask me.
While Adam had his laptop out, we insisted on introducing everyone in the studio to Little Superstar. If you haven't seen this dancing sensation, now's the time. As you may have guessed, there's a lot of time for serious thought and focused performances when you are recording. But sometimes you have to step away from what you're doing, so you don't burn out your ears. Witnessing Little Superstar is just one of the many ways to get re-centered. We also took a walk to the local convenience store and read a new article in Spin Magazine that mentioned Adam by name and Teresa as an "ex-bandmate." Hilarity ensued.
Callie has just joined me in the office. We went for a short trip round the block. Dang, winter is back in SoCal. Call me a neat-freak, anybody else clean their dog's paws after a muddy walk?
By Midnight, Bryan was finally getting some time with Steve, discussing amps and guitar tones. Not my forte at all. While they were determining how to capture Bryan's sound, I picked up a copy of Carl Hiassen's Sick Puppy that was on a console. The first 12 pages had me laughing out loud. Thanks for the lend, Steve. I'll endeavor to have it back quickly. It will tide over my fiction reading until my buddy Mike's new novel Jacob Have I Loved arrives.
More time is scheduled for the studio later tonight. I'll see if I can get to sleep at a reasonable hour this week. Ha ha.
Love, Power, Peace
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