You probably deserve an update, so here. We're 98.7% done cutting mic to tape and have started mixing what's done. Bid our home sweet Tenderloin home adieu yesterday and relocated up the 101 in Sonoma County to Prairie Sun to finish this up. Which is a handsome reward after 2 weeks of not being able to, y'know, go outside for fresh air, out of concern for zombie attack, not to mention a lack of fresh air. This place has chickens running around and tractors in the driveway and and all the vibe that makes Tom Waits records as vibey as they are. Down on the drag is Red's Recovery Room, immortalized in song.
Still, all the $3 Vietnamese sandwiches $3 can buy will be missed. It's been bed-to-studio-to-bed-to-studio-to-studio-to-bed ad nauseum, with a jacuzzi here and a repeated bootlegged-Fleetwood-Mac-Tusk-documentary viewing there, betwixt, like this:
Got 13 songs recorded and can't fathom any of em not making the cut. Convinced our friend Maria Taylor to come up on Friday to sing with us and wound up teaching us how to open a bottle of wine with nothing more than your shoe and a wall (lesson: it doesn't work). Saturday, got a pro's pro to come play all those pedal steel licks you hear in your dreams. Sunday, up to Sonoma. Maybe you noticed this is gonna sound different. Point is, shit's good.
5 comments:
Don't be knocking the Prairie now, I live near the prairie, the Flint Hills of Kansas,... boring yes, but quiet and beautiful also. Tom Waits? I would say more like Neil Young. Good luck with your project.
The name of the studio is Prairie Sun. Tom Waits made a buncha records here. Those Flint Hills are beautiful though.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, all this technical stuff is all fine and dandy, but just get it finished and get out here and play some shows again already!
Tom Waits indeed.
Digging the whiskers Tim!
but i needs dense dark chocolate fudgey fuzz!
what about MY needs?
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