We have had so many warm days in a row. If I were an apple grower, I would be worried.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I have a new song that could go so many different directions musically, I want to brush up on my programing skills with virtual instruments in order to check out some of the possibilities of how this song could sound Speaking of recording, there’s a new studio in town that had an open house and I caught myself wanting to go check it out. This is foolish I know. It is like going to the Tesla dealership (which we did when we were in LA). Kinda fun, but I don’t pretend to be a customer. But I will probably go check out this studio because I have some sort of nostalgia for times when people actually bought music and recordings had budgets. I love the intensity and focus of doing a recording project in a beautiful, great-sounding studio, but at this point it is not cost effective for me. It sure feels fun to remember my ride on the whirlwind though. I got one of the last rides as the industry was closing down. It was like getting the last chair up the ski hill before the lift closes for the day. It’s kinda sweet and sad and beautiful. So I am feeling a whole constellation of emotions each time I tour a studio that is so new and beautiful that it rents for way more than I could afford I am glad they still exist, though. Maybe their time is almost up.
The studios in Asheville that are the most beautiful are the pet projects of people who have already made all the money they need in software or whatever. The control rooms almost have a museum vibe. You walk through as if it were a re-creation of a New England village full of people in costume who remind us of the way the early settlers lived. Except these studios are a tribute to a time only a few decades ago, a time when lots of studios were busy making a living. The ones that are left feel a little Huxleyan. They have all the cool old gear that they bought from all the dying studios in New York and LA, and they arrange it so it adds its emotional authority, but it doesn’t necessarily sound better. And everyone knows that most people will listen to the final mix after it has been dumbed down to MP3 anyway, so there is always a futility in the air that is never talked about. So as I write this, I ask myself why I would ever want to go visit another studio! Who cares how things used to be? That time is over. I can make great sounding tracks in my own studio. I have the best sounding mics and preamps I have ever heard, and the best sounding guitar I have ever played, and the room sounds cozy and real: no parallel walls and a controllable brightness. The birds are always in the background when I record in summer, but that is nothing to be ashamed of. But what I should be doing is not mourning the loss of the industry, but living the most inspiring life I can, and singing the best songs my heart can write.
So enough nostalgia! I’m gonna go get to work on the song I wrote yesterday and try some different rhythms and grooves. Then maybe a motorcycle ride up the mountain in the late afternoon when it gets warm.