Too Many Stuff! Not Enough Thing!
Today was one of those good terrible days. I think we knocked the pants farther off a song than we ever have before, and the room sound that Chris got us on Arab Fiesta sounds like a recording of the inside of the mouth of Yahweh.
Is it just my particular compulsion, or does filling in a text field, beginning on the first line, with no indentation, make other people uncomfortable too? I have this trouble in word. There goes one of my allotment of self-conscious meta-blogposts.
Today was the first of what will be many long, productive days in a row. Will and I worked out some background vocals, and are beginning to piece-together a multi-voice, early-70s, Beach Boys-esque vocal maelstrom from ATHP. We've never done something like this before, and it's encouraging that we're a) technically able to do so and b) comfortable enough. It's been nice to see Will understandably more relaxed and laughier than he's been in a while, his graduation just now receding into the aftground. Aftground. Ass ground, you ask? No, aftground.
To justify our feeling great about being successfully self-indulgent recording our own stuff today, it is also worth noting - and in doing so, congratulating the figure in question - that today marked the culmination of several months' worth of serious effort, self-doubt, sleeplessness and selflessness on the part of one Mr. Ethan Chessin - my once and again roommate. Ethan has been volunteering in the SUN (Schools Uniting Neighborhoods?) program here in Portland for the past while, conducting, coaching and inspiring a 12-person-strong middle school band. They performed today, and it was glorious. We recorded it, which is where the we're-entitled-to-feeling-good-about-our-own-crap part comes in. I'm excited that we'll be able to give copies of their performance to these kids and their families? I wonder whether they'll be the type of musicians who only hear their performance mistakes on record, or will only hear the pleasure of their experience when listening. Or, even better, come to love the mistakes. I'm trying to do the latter.
Onward! Thanks to Gregory Heights Middle School, Ethan Chessin, Matt of Cart (carttheband.com), and Jeannie for giving us access to the band room for recording purposes. It beats the hell out of NWRS, and you don't get stuck in so many conversations. There must be a way to turn recording at a local school into a successful gimmick - particularly in this town. We thought of naming the record "Gregory Heights", but it doesn't work somehow when one of the band members is named Greg.
DC and Des Moines booked today! Tomorrow - Paris and Duluth!
Is it just my particular compulsion, or does filling in a text field, beginning on the first line, with no indentation, make other people uncomfortable too? I have this trouble in word. There goes one of my allotment of self-conscious meta-blogposts.
Today was the first of what will be many long, productive days in a row. Will and I worked out some background vocals, and are beginning to piece-together a multi-voice, early-70s, Beach Boys-esque vocal maelstrom from ATHP. We've never done something like this before, and it's encouraging that we're a) technically able to do so and b) comfortable enough. It's been nice to see Will understandably more relaxed and laughier than he's been in a while, his graduation just now receding into the aftground. Aftground. Ass ground, you ask? No, aftground.
To justify our feeling great about being successfully self-indulgent recording our own stuff today, it is also worth noting - and in doing so, congratulating the figure in question - that today marked the culmination of several months' worth of serious effort, self-doubt, sleeplessness and selflessness on the part of one Mr. Ethan Chessin - my once and again roommate. Ethan has been volunteering in the SUN (Schools Uniting Neighborhoods?) program here in Portland for the past while, conducting, coaching and inspiring a 12-person-strong middle school band. They performed today, and it was glorious. We recorded it, which is where the we're-entitled-to-feeling-good-about-our-own-crap part comes in. I'm excited that we'll be able to give copies of their performance to these kids and their families? I wonder whether they'll be the type of musicians who only hear their performance mistakes on record, or will only hear the pleasure of their experience when listening. Or, even better, come to love the mistakes. I'm trying to do the latter.
Onward! Thanks to Gregory Heights Middle School, Ethan Chessin, Matt of Cart (carttheband.com), and Jeannie for giving us access to the band room for recording purposes. It beats the hell out of NWRS, and you don't get stuck in so many conversations. There must be a way to turn recording at a local school into a successful gimmick - particularly in this town. We thought of naming the record "Gregory Heights", but it doesn't work somehow when one of the band members is named Greg.
DC and Des Moines booked today! Tomorrow - Paris and Duluth!
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