Yesterday, Monday, was our last day in the studio.
We started by recording backing vocals for "Sunday." Joe, Jonathan, and I all gathered round the microphone and did our best to harmonize (with minimal giggling). I had my doubts as to whether it would sound good - I suspected that we'd have to multitrack our individual harmony parts to get the right balance - but it actually turned out great. Also, we learned that bluetooth liberates us from the necessity of having an engineer in the control room at all times. Jonathan brought his wireless keyboard into the live room and used it to run ProTools. This wouldn't work for every recording situation; usually we need ears in the control room, as well as hands to man the levels, EQ, etc. But I remember being told in audio school that "you can't be on both sides of the glass at the same time," and that's just not entirely true anymore. Hooray for technology!
We listened to some Kylie Minogue to get some ideas for "producer-y" things to do with the vocals for "The Constant," which has evolved enormously from its beginnings as an accordion improvisation. So I sang 'em with as much sass as I could muster, and we played with harmonies, filters and even flange. I'm really happy with the end result. It's a sort of gleefully demented, deconstructed/reconstructed pop song.
We've been playing with ideas for "You and I in the Formidable Fire," and on a whim, I decided to play around with a keyboard part. That worked, and Joe added some string sounds (I think he grabbed them from our violin session a few days ago), and it all just fell into place.
So, after about 12 hours of sometimes tedious but ultimately rewarding work in the studio, I decided to go on a dinner run (I was also planning to pick up a bottle of champagne to pop when we finished). It was about 10pm, and Jonathan followed me out, in order to lock the door behind me. When I stepped outside, I heard a loud crash - glass breaking in the parking lot behind the studio, near where our (borrowed from my parents) car was parked.
Long story short, we interrupted a man who was in the process of breaking into the car parked next to us. The kerfluffle that followed involved three drunken rednecks, two 911 calls, and a whole passel of police officers. Joe got punched in the face. One of the guys who assaulted him was picked up by the cops.
We decided to call it a night.
We started by recording backing vocals for "Sunday." Joe, Jonathan, and I all gathered round the microphone and did our best to harmonize (with minimal giggling). I had my doubts as to whether it would sound good - I suspected that we'd have to multitrack our individual harmony parts to get the right balance - but it actually turned out great. Also, we learned that bluetooth liberates us from the necessity of having an engineer in the control room at all times. Jonathan brought his wireless keyboard into the live room and used it to run ProTools. This wouldn't work for every recording situation; usually we need ears in the control room, as well as hands to man the levels, EQ, etc. But I remember being told in audio school that "you can't be on both sides of the glass at the same time," and that's just not entirely true anymore. Hooray for technology!
We listened to some Kylie Minogue to get some ideas for "producer-y" things to do with the vocals for "The Constant," which has evolved enormously from its beginnings as an accordion improvisation. So I sang 'em with as much sass as I could muster, and we played with harmonies, filters and even flange. I'm really happy with the end result. It's a sort of gleefully demented, deconstructed/reconstructed pop song.
We've been playing with ideas for "You and I in the Formidable Fire," and on a whim, I decided to play around with a keyboard part. That worked, and Joe added some string sounds (I think he grabbed them from our violin session a few days ago), and it all just fell into place.
So, after about 12 hours of sometimes tedious but ultimately rewarding work in the studio, I decided to go on a dinner run (I was also planning to pick up a bottle of champagne to pop when we finished). It was about 10pm, and Jonathan followed me out, in order to lock the door behind me. When I stepped outside, I heard a loud crash - glass breaking in the parking lot behind the studio, near where our (borrowed from my parents) car was parked.
Long story short, we interrupted a man who was in the process of breaking into the car parked next to us. The kerfluffle that followed involved three drunken rednecks, two 911 calls, and a whole passel of police officers. Joe got punched in the face. One of the guys who assaulted him was picked up by the cops.
We decided to call it a night.
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