A long day in the studio and I only just got back in after a 13-hour stint. We walked out of the studio around 1 AM to snow falling, which was thrilling for Olivia as the 5th is her birthday. We’re working on vocals and it’s not just singing, it’s arranging – songs build and vocal arrangements are part of that. There are harmonies, unisons, breakdowns, big choruses, atmospheric verses and there’s texture, tone, tuning, it takes a lot of time and it pays off depending on whether you wanna be a Jag or a Mazda.
We got to the studio at 11.30 AM, and the first thing I did was drink tea because I left it there last night. I was reminded that yesterday loyal fan Jason Stebner had been in to pick up a Marty & Olivia T-shirt and he brought us two items for The Archive, an early hard-to-find Weyes Blood record and a Julian Cope Teardrops CD and booklet release from 2019 under the title Cope’s Notes #1: The Teardrop Explodes (1978-1982, recitations and poems performed over lost Teardrop Explodes grooves). Thank you, Jason.
This morning Olivia saw an owl and in Spain, she saw the silhouette of a stork standing in its nest on top of a giant pole. You have to be quick or lucky. “Did you see that?” – “What? No.” You didn’t see Nessie? You didn’t see the cigar-shaped craft in the sky?
The second song we were working on today has Nicklas from Anekdoten playing Mellotron on it and me playing electric guitar. The backing tracks were recorded in Texas with John Dufilho from The Deathray Davies on drums, David DeShazo on bass, Rich Martin on keys, Olivia on violin and me on electric lead and rhythm guitar, Fred on acoustic guitars, electric guitar, and vocals. We did the electric guitars in Minneapolis and we are attempting to finish the lead vocals here in Minneapolis this small window.
Fred and Gerri Ann’s granddaughter’s other grandparents Jim and Barbara came over to visit, Todd the engineer’s son Ian dropped in, Olivia did a Portuguese lesson and a million other things throughout the day as did Gerri Ann. It must be both fascinating and boring watching people record in a studio as what seem like small details get microscopic analysis and review.
Music today has been another record I listened to on the plane, the classic debut album from Be-Bop Deluxe – Axe Victim (1974). A space age, Bowiesque masterpiece with ornate lyrics and mind-blowing guitars – if you don’t own it, sell the fridge to raise the money.