A Trip to the Post Office.
When we start out recording stuff, it is a while before we hand anything off to anyone. We figure out the songs, practice them, fix them, demo them, fix them again. After while, we load up the tape machines with tape, fix the machines when they start acting crazy, arrange all of the tech stuff like microphones and preamps and stuff. Then it's time to buckle down and record the thing and it's still just the two of us, trading turns punching in and playing music. After that's all done, we spend late nights listening to the stuff, walking around through the day with it on headphones, sending messages back and forth about the mix. The whole thing ends with a few reels of tape and we're the ones who bring it to the Post Office, tape it up into boxes and pay to ship out.
So it's kind of odd when we finally hand it off to someone else. John Golden at [ Golden Mastering ] has these things sitting in his inbox right now. For the moment, it's someone else's work that will move it along. And we say odd, but it's the best kind of odd.
This thing is scheduled to be out in the Spring. We've got a renewed sense of excitement listening to the final product. Justin promises he'll go back and follow up with the studio journal stuff. We let the recording take precendence for a bit.
And I don't care what anyone says. This site is not a blog. That's just a dumb word and we'll rail against it until they put us in the ground. So there.