It would have made things so much easier.
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It would have made things so much easier.
G-
Earlier this week, Gayleen posted on her personal blog a list of observations and things she learned because of the three-day album thing.
Here’s some of what I thought, following the big weekend…
Chris
Gayleen: I have a fever, and the only thing that can cure it is more… actually, I do have a fever. Where’s my amoxicillin?
Gayleen: I want to hear that track reverbed to hell and back.
Chris: That’s a long way.
Gayleen: Okay, halfway back.
*Chris reverbs track. Computer generates screwy digital artifact.*
Chris: That’s the problem with reverbing things to hell. You never come back alone.
Gayleen: Daniel Lanois uses accordians.
Chris: A lot of people do it. That doesn’t make it right.
Gayleen: That’s starting to sound epic over there. And Russian.
Chris: Like Dr. Zhavago?
Gayleen: God, no.
Chris: Too bad. Because that’s what I’m going for.
Gayleen: Can you give my voice balls?
Chris: You’re still going to sound like a girl.
Chris: Now’s what we call “David Foster time.”
Gayleen: We don’t call it–
Chris: Or Timbaland time.
Gayleen: No.
Gayleen (listening to misaligned tracks): I’m not sure I could walk a straight line while listening to that.
Julie (spotting an empty energy drink can by the computer): Is that what I think it is? Oh, no. These have been banned from the house. (to Gayleen) He was drinking them all the time after Jason was born. One after the other. He went a little craaaaaazy.
Chris (after finishing his vocals on a duet): Batter up.
Gayleen: One base on an overthrow.
Chris: Five runs an inning.
Gayleen: That is a pussy rule. That is for tee-ball.
Did three days just go by?
My square eyes and square butt say yes. But otherwise, I tell you the time flew.
We did it. Ten songs in three days. Recorded from scratch. Finished the last one at 11:30.
The stuff will have to get properly mixed, but it already sounds great in rough, raw form already. I can’t wait for people to be able to hear it. Someday. Right now I need some sleep, and a chance to turn my brain off.
But I need to thank a couple of people first.
The first is my wife Juliana, who spent the September long weekend looking after our kids, the house, meals, etc. so that I could spend the time in the studio. I couldn’t have done it without you. I owe you big time.
The second is Gayleen. It goes without saying that this weekend wouldn’t have happened without you. More importantly, there are few people you ever meet as adults who think it’s important to spend a weekend creating music together. A lot of people would think what we just did serves no practical purpose, that it’s silly and frivolous waste of time. You and I know better. We know it’s essential for life. Thanks for sharing this moment with me. I’ll never forget it.
Bedtime. Work tomorrow…
Chris
Chris is working on the last song now and it sounds very pretty. He has a real gift for picking the right sounds for a song, and playing little riffs and lines that make the sounds work. It doesn’t hurt that he plays guitar and piano-and toy piano-and sings and is an endless source of ideas.
It looks as if we’ll have a lot to work with, going into mixing and mastering. It’s been fairly amazing, hearing where Chris has taken the songs. This should be a cool album, I think, when it’s mixed and mastered. It’s sounding quite cool already. It’s a good balance between songs that build on my usual sound and take it a lot further, and songs that have a new sound I wouldn’t have imagined (the Blondes, anyone?) I’m extremely happy we did this, and excited about what we’ll get when we mix them good and proper.
I’m also grateful to Chris’ whole family, who put up with me for the weekend… And fed me. And kept Spenser company today. And were generally awesome.
Or at least the more expected. Gone came out sounding a bit Tori Amos circa Choirgirl Hotel. Which is all good by me.
Now we’re on to Perfect Pitch-aka the song I’m always terrified of going flat on.
Been working on the same song – “Hyde” – for hours. I’ve had a bunch of braindead moves, then had the strangest of epiphanies, resulting in me collapsing into a giggling mess and Gayleen thinking I’ve lost my mind. Serves her right for providing direction. More on that in a minute.
It began with me beating my head against a stucco wall in the dark. Why can’t I figure out the arrangement? Why is it so weird? Why doesn’t this all fit?
I then realized I was only hearing half the song, that the mix of piano and vocals I had imported into my software synth studio program was missing about 90 per cent of Gayleen’s vocals. I went back to the original and wow! There’s supposed to be singing over all this open sparse stuff. Duh. So I re-outputted the original mix, with vocals.
“I think I hear a rockbeat under this song, actually,” Gayleen tells me as I fiddle with a virtual drum machine.
No problem, I think. I can do a rock song. Piece of cake.
I come up with something, but it’s a struggle. And I have a few more “why did I just do that?” technical glitches hold me up, I have the track ready to add some guitar. I strum a part off the top of my head. Sounds good. Sounds — too good. 1984 good. What the –?
I realize something. The song I’ve just made is a dead ringer for Platinum Blonde. Big, produced rock drums. Finger-strummed eighth-note bass guitar line. And now a perfectly Blonde-ish 80s guitar part. Dead on.
I fall back in my chair and laugh my ass off. Gayleen stares. I tell her what I’ve just done to her perfectly nice song. She hears it too and laughs too (a good sign). Pretty good sport, considering I just dressed up her song in big blonde hair and mascara.
If it was my own song, I’d thinkwhat I just did was pretty damn cool, actually. But it’s not my song. It’s Gayleen’s song. So I apologize profusely. But it’s too late on the third day to turn back. It’s Blonde or nothing. I apologize again.
So now Gayleen is rerecording her vocals to fit the rockin’ mess I just created.
Chris
Yes, for the first time (and likely last time) ever, I listened to a track I was working on and thought “you know what I think this needs? More accordion.”
But that’s exactly what happened with our cover version of The National’s “The Geese of Beverly Road”. Hoppin’, yee-hawww version. With accordion. I normally hold a lot of distaste for accordion. It ranks slightly higher than bagpipes and Celtic fiddles. Just goes to show – man, you never know where these songs are going to go!
Once Gayleen is done rerecording her vocals to this track, we’ll have six songs done, four to go.
Chris