Last day in the studio with Space Summit after nine days. Jed drives back to Minneapolis tomorrow, a cool 14 hours (at least), so we didn’t want to finish too late, as it happened, we finished the last bass note at 11.58PM – perfect. So we now have bass on twenty-one songs, we have horns, strings and keys and the next job will be to get me playing guitar on the tracks. The plan is for me to do that in Porto after this American trip (Feb 26th) and the trip to England (March 9th) to move The Archive. On returning to Porto I will have a few months of setting up and will eventually find myself with an electric guitar in my hands and a song or two to play on. But first, The Archive move, and thanks to all who have contributed to the campaign so far. If you’d like to help make this happen, watch the video below…and then come and visit.
In the space next door to the studio, Salim and Joe Reyes were doing a gig. Olivia was playing with them on two songs and they were all ready to go on when Joe fell backwards and landed on Salim’s guitar, smashing it into two pieces. They were both in shock, the crowd were in shock. Salim had to go back home to get another guitar, the show must go on and all that but seeing this guitar in two pieces, shattered wood and splinters, was disturbing.
We were getting visitors from the show next door, but it seemed like we were getting through the songs anyway, only one of the songs was giving us trouble. We managed to get bass on six songs throughout the day. When it’s all done, the techs have to figure out how to send me all the tracks to play on. I need some control over the songs, they can’t just send me a mix of the whole thing. I need to adjust balances in order to play the songs properly, it’s going to be a big job for them to make it easy for me. I’m not an engineer, I need it to be easy.
Earlier in the day and late at night, two creatures appeared. Outside the studio on the lawn, a rabbit came and sat with us and ate the grass in a green patch. It was so tame, it just sat there ignoring us, chomping away, before finally moving on and disappearing under a parked car and then presumably onto another garden. Later, another opossum ran in front of us on the road, changed its mind and went back the way it had come. I wonder how long before we see alligators in the street.