Single mic set up.
Stereo set up.
It was really cool to see the mobile studio in action as well. Gunnar has it all on one cart that, when vertical, can travel easily and, when horizontal, is the set up he needs to work on. This is what it looks like:
It's really fucking cool.
Once everything was set up, we recorded the song in a handful of takes. One of just guitar, and a bunch of vocals - two for the main take and a couple for some layered vocals at the end of the song.
The song itself is an intimate expression of suicidal ideation, written several years ago when I realized I needed to go back to therapy. I have struggled with chronic depression for a long time and started with my first therapist when I was 13.
Here are the lyrics. Make of them what you will:
We took the long way home
Past a crippling set of stitches
Where conversation is a stray cat
Under the heaviest of clover
And I wonder to myself
Am I as inconsiderate as you?
We're couped up in a van
Driving down the wrong side of the road
Where ink splotches dye
The insides of my arms
And I wonder to myself
Am I as self-absorbed as you?
I want the words to lunge out of my mouth
Like vicious spilt milk on the dining room floor
And the gloom sets in as we lay under the table
We're begging the legs to fucking snap off
That way it could all be an accident
How long can this last
Once the pale dawn sets in
Now that my memory
Has forsaken what's wrong
And I wonder to myself
Am I as stoic? Am I as stoic?
I want the words down the back of my throat
Like geese retreating from the winter's stiff cold
And bridges will shake under the shrinking weight
Of my hippocampus begging to defy self-control
I could take the short way home
And, naturally, Eric wasn't phased by any of this :)
He stayed right there.
Overall, it was a success. I even got a really cool picture of one of Gunnar's condenser mics:
Love,
KJ
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