Deeply bedded in, when the pouring rain came I had no idea that there was a change or even that there was an outside. You are locked in a cave, a sarcophagus, you are in your own head, recording is such an indoor game, which is why I was amazed at how The Beatles used the live versions from the roof on a record (I didn’t know that before I saw the film). No monitors, little rehearsal, soundcheck? Maybe? They just played, they didn’t need any help, no digital enhancements, haha. Clever bar stewards they were. One wonders what would have happened if they had access to today’s facilities but were unaware of today’s use of it and scene.
Today there was very little technical help needed. Recording a Seagull acoustic 12-string guitar with older strings to a click track, and then doubling it with another Seagull acoustic 12-string acoustic guitar with newer strings. But you have to figure out the arrangement, the dynamic, the speed, the feel, and wonder what else can be added to the track? Drums, maybe, bass, organ? Who knows, you build and review.
It doesn’t matter where you are. Being in Texas is irrelevant when you’re locked in behind the padded walls. Are they padded for the acoustics, or is it in case you go crazy and uncontrollably throw yourself against the nearest solid-looking structure? The studio exposes you, it shows you how well you sing, how in time you play, and how good your song is. But it also delivers a great idea, well executed, thoughtfully or passionately performed with a beautiful vocal or an exquisite touch on the instrument.
Sarah was engineering today, it’s often just the two of you, musician and technician, figuring out how to get the best out of the day. Changing mic positions, getting the balances right in the headphones, trying different approaches to the song, persevering and abandoning ideas, knowing when to carry on and when to stop.
It’s usually dinner that makes you have a break and one wonders if we lived in a world where we didn’t need food, drink or sleep, would we just carry on into the night like the machines do? We would in fact be machines, but what if we were organic and still didn’t need these things? Creative infinite immortal souls.
I have to go to bed before I invent a weird universe, plus I have to be up for an earlier day in the studio. We have mixes to listen to of different projects and that’s going to take some time. Analysing the work and deciding on sounds, balances, vibe, and all this before mastering where it all changes again before reaching the public’s ears, some of whom love it to death whilst others have no interest at all.