Today might be our last chance to go for a chrome breakfast, so we got into our metallic suits and drove our 1955 Cadillac to Meadows Diner. Inside, Olivia had metal eggs and I ate plutonium porridge. The waitresses were charging in all three meanings. We avoided them as they rushed by and tripped over the batteries as we paid the bill. A short walk back to the car and a minute to the studio where engineer Bill was waiting, Brian was a little later today, but we discovered that under the studio a large city of active currents, radiographers and anaesthetists were living, helping the troubled underground, protecting the good robots from the bad people.
Meanwhile, it wasn’t the guitars that were singing. Olivia was back at the house and Brian came to continue singing the song he’d started yesterday. Brian’s songs are long and they take time, three days for the guitars, two days for the vocals, this one he gave me a credit on for some parts I came up with, he’s a generous man. But today I was finally up for my role of Paul the Apostle in this thematic piece as Saul becomes Paul in the story and I give Charlton Heston and Ian Gillan a run for their money.
Brian had brought in some old 16-gig iPods he was no longer using, I plan to use them in The Archive, so visitors can get a taste of the more obscure records – working on the theory that you might not want to come there and play the records you know, although a lot of people do ask for their favourites instead of digging for new discoveries. That’s OK, I never tire of The Beatles or Colin Blunstone either, but how could they discover new things? Maybe a quick scan of various odd records that are on the iPods, attached to the shelves, and then they could pick one to listen to on vinyl all the way through. Say, Matching Mole or Cressida or Spring or Aldous Harding, Emitt Rhodes, or Birdy, maybe Sevdaliza, FKA Twigs or Fruupp.
We only have one and a half songs left to sing this week and then we will be recording some sitar guitar and some strange keyboard sounds. After that, we will be making sure everything vocal is done and we may even finish earlier on Saturday and have time to pack for our flight at quarter past midnight Sunday/Monday that will see us back in Porto after three months in America. We’re ready to go home.
Music today has been The Byrds – The Notorious Byrd Brothers (1968). It doesn’t seem to show up anywhere, wherever anywhere is. It’s all about Sweetheart of the Rodeo, released in the same year. It was the invention of country rock with Gram Parsons versus the progressive folk psychedelia of the previous album and the idea of that progression seems to have outlasted the quality of the previous album due to style. Americana is a direct result of Sweetheart.