Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Day 6
Six days in and we’ve got the drums finished for six songs. We’re not recording tomorrow, I plan on taking it way easy, might try and go see a movie but nothing more physically taxing than that. I Haven’t been feeling too well the past couple days, I’m worried I’m getting sick. I kind of have the dull full body ache happening that usually precedes the flu. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends since I left Florida and it’s starting to catch up with me. The constant roller coaster ride I’ve been on of caffeine fueled days and wine soaked nights probably isn’t helping. What is a man without his vices?
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Day 3
I don’t think most fans of music realize how much of being in a band is about sitting around waiting for something to happen, it’s called “Hurry up and wait”. You rush to the airport to then sit around waiting to board the plane. You drive through the night to get to the venue for load in/ soundcheck, to then sit around for hours backstage, waiting for the show to start. Making a record is no different. The ratio of time spent actually playing to the time spent setting up, getting the right tones, etc, is heavily weighted towards the latter. It’s a constant stop and go routine. Some times it’s enough to drive you insane. Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue. Patience is a virtue. All work and no play make Tom…
Monday, August 17, 2009
Day 1
First day in the studio. Nothing actually recorded yet; 9:20PM and we're still setting up, getting tones.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tucumcari, NM
She asks if I am ready to order. At first, I mistake the partial paralysis of her mouth as annoyance or disdain. I have no explanation why, but I assume it was a stroke that paralyzed the right side of her face.
As the thunderstorm outside grows in its fierceness, the shelter seaking motorists seated around me grow equally impatient for their food. The young waitress apologizes profusely, rushing about refilling their beverages, promising that it won’t be much longer. I can see a steady stream of people lining up at the front desk to check into the hotel, and I can see a steady stream of people lining up to be seated for dining. Caffeine is making my legs shake uncontrollably, I order a glass of the house red hoping it will help calm me down. I make short talk with the busboy as he hurridley clears and set places at the surrounding tables. I want to disassociate myself from the rest of the clientele, as I am in no hurry and do not want spit in my food.
Once served I eat my meal while listening to other people’s table conversations. My wine glass stained with lipstick that isn’t my color. The penmanship on the check I am eventually handed is impeccable. I don’t remember when but I have been to this hotel before.
As the thunderstorm outside grows in its fierceness, the shelter seaking motorists seated around me grow equally impatient for their food. The young waitress apologizes profusely, rushing about refilling their beverages, promising that it won’t be much longer. I can see a steady stream of people lining up at the front desk to check into the hotel, and I can see a steady stream of people lining up to be seated for dining. Caffeine is making my legs shake uncontrollably, I order a glass of the house red hoping it will help calm me down. I make short talk with the busboy as he hurridley clears and set places at the surrounding tables. I want to disassociate myself from the rest of the clientele, as I am in no hurry and do not want spit in my food.
Once served I eat my meal while listening to other people’s table conversations. My wine glass stained with lipstick that isn’t my color. The penmanship on the check I am eventually handed is impeccable. I don’t remember when but I have been to this hotel before.