Recording - Day 1.
Giddy. Giddy like a prancing little school girl in pink knickers, damn it. We get together for 4 hours tonight and get 3 of the 4 songs on tape. Do a rough playback (sans vox) and it sounds very fine, my friend. Tape machine is behaving, performances get better with each take. ("What do you think, do you want to do it again?" "Shit, let's just do it again.") There's actually a few times when I (Justin) looked up and realized I was having fun playing the song. That NEVER happens while you're recording. It's supposed to be a difficult, unending chore and series of compromises.
Of course, it all depends on who you talk to. Thad seems to think it wasn't as much fun, something about being bored while waiting for Justin to hop behind the patchbay to figure out why we're getting intermittent signal from the M/S decoder. (Bad patchbay, for those keeping score.) But maybe, just maybe, even he left happy with the rough mixes in his pocket and tomorrow night blocked away entirely for one song. Just maybe.
Serious amateur recording is a fragile process - so much could go wrong that you just don't have the knowledge or skill to successfully troubleshoot. But if you tend to the part of the garden you can as well as possible, you may be able to count on luck getting you through the last final bit. And so it goes with us tonight. Tomorrow may bring trouble, but probably not. And this thing is really going to be a treat to share with other people.