I played a session tonight - first of all, now that Dan has set the bar for interesting blog posts [note: this refers to a post that was later deleted], I feel the need to inject some more ... "spice" into my own posts. We'll see how it goes.
I played a session tonight. My first one in Nashville, actually. I thought I was prepared for it, and it sort of ended up being what I expected, but at the same time parts of it were disappointing. Somehow this girl that knows my roommate somehow asked us to arrange and produce one of her songs for a recording session. (It's a cool song with a lot of time changes and opportunities for me to play dirty art-punk guitar.) We spent some time on it, and she made a nice chart for us, and everything seemed great. Then we went to the session, and they set up the drums. And they set up some other stuff. And the one guy went to go look for something, and the other guy went over there to do something else. 3 hours later, we're not much further. I didn't even get much more than a cursory sound check and no talkback mic. So there I am, sitting in an isolation booth, trying to follow the session and play where I'm supposed to, but I can't talk to anyone else, and I can't always hear everyone else. It was a little irritating. But we got past that, and at least the drums and bass got taken care of. There's an overdub session in a couple weeks where we can finish the guitars and vocals.
So after the stressful recording session, we packed up and went out for a drink. I didn't really want to - that great anti-social part of me - but I ignored that and went anyway. We had a pretty good time. Chris had us go by this tobacco store that had a drive-thru window so he could get some cigarettes to smoke at the bar. He's not a smoker. Neither are we, but he was generous enough to share with us. There we are, sitting on the patio, enjoying drinks and talking about funny TV shows, not caring what anyone thought of us.
That's about it. We came back to our place and watched Army of Darkness but our company split in the middle of the movie, so we didn't finish it. Oh well. Another time, maybe?
I played a session tonight. My first one in Nashville, actually. I thought I was prepared for it, and it sort of ended up being what I expected, but at the same time parts of it were disappointing. Somehow this girl that knows my roommate somehow asked us to arrange and produce one of her songs for a recording session. (It's a cool song with a lot of time changes and opportunities for me to play dirty art-punk guitar.) We spent some time on it, and she made a nice chart for us, and everything seemed great. Then we went to the session, and they set up the drums. And they set up some other stuff. And the one guy went to go look for something, and the other guy went over there to do something else. 3 hours later, we're not much further. I didn't even get much more than a cursory sound check and no talkback mic. So there I am, sitting in an isolation booth, trying to follow the session and play where I'm supposed to, but I can't talk to anyone else, and I can't always hear everyone else. It was a little irritating. But we got past that, and at least the drums and bass got taken care of. There's an overdub session in a couple weeks where we can finish the guitars and vocals.
So after the stressful recording session, we packed up and went out for a drink. I didn't really want to - that great anti-social part of me - but I ignored that and went anyway. We had a pretty good time. Chris had us go by this tobacco store that had a drive-thru window so he could get some cigarettes to smoke at the bar. He's not a smoker. Neither are we, but he was generous enough to share with us. There we are, sitting on the patio, enjoying drinks and talking about funny TV shows, not caring what anyone thought of us.
That's about it. We came back to our place and watched Army of Darkness but our company split in the middle of the movie, so we didn't finish it. Oh well. Another time, maybe?
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