Day2. Caveman strikes back/Lists.
i just don’t have the time for this. its a shame but the schedule is just meaning the only time i have to update this thing is when i wake up or am woken up at 6 by Gus the cat, Jack the little talking dude (we put stickers on our arms) or just by the enormous quanitity of lists in my head. i fear this is making me an awful host to the several ears listening. tell you what; today i have 5 minutes before we head to the studio. here’s some lists:
the list of songs:
01 – Colder
02 – a Sign of Life
03 – Slow Motion
04 – Confessed Again (Driving)
05 – Fire Escape
06 – A Heart’s Ease
07 – August is Over – CUT
08 – Scorched Sea (Back again?)
09 – All in Favour
10 – Into Black –
11 – Coming Apart –
12 – Entrance – CUT mf
13 – In Progress – GONE
14 – Free Resign – CUT download bside…
15 – King’s Theme –
16 – Desert Heights
general list of things that stuck in my mind:
dana: “you’re definitely playing to the compression” neal: “what?”
nathan = nothing
unleash the fucking fury
“no way dude that’s impossible” – neal on the Colder outro tambourine – needless to say that was not the truth.
darren tambora
donny was definietly out of his element
microwave explosion burrito ‘followed through’
borat
8 different versions of ‘into black’
today’s best moment: neal adding caveman drums to as yet untitled (‘rain’ for now) instrumental thing. here’s a movie of the take – seems QT will not export audio with it. i’ll fix it but you get the idea…
stuff like that.
all three of us sat and listened to the playback many times in disbelief. you just want music to happen that way. then we went had a few beers with Jon. He was 27 minutes off 30 when we left. tonight i must sleep.
I have Sign of Life doing rounds in my head. I wonder how the rest of the night turned out… which amp to use? which guitar? (the V of course of course) – sitting here now is peaceful but lonely – and lacking in neal’s drum tracks, gorgeous wurlitzer sounds and Rich and Dana’s back-and-forth, creating a masterpiece together. But, hell. I’m ill. I bore a striking resemblance to a bump on a log. I have proofs to check tomorrow. I sang my scratchy coughy lungs out to bad rock radio on the way home to cheer myself up. And now here I sit, away from it all. But all the better for seeing you today and being a (very spacey and snotty) part of it.