Tonight we took a shot at recording ‘Tonight.’
Things were looking up. Everyone was relatively on time and I wasn't asleep when the boys arrived. The rehearsal take went really well, we have proof if you need it, and we dove right in. It was about that time that someone uttered the phrase 'I think this is going to be easier than some of the others' or something like it.
The kiss of death/Famous last words/Deliverance.
Now, I say‘ a shot’ because it’s uncertain how well the session turned out at this point. You see, the long and storied process of magnetizing music often produces uncertainties. Anyone who has ever attempted such things knows of the frustration of ‘one of those days’ where your best efforts fail to produce results. And, it’s also well known that ‘fresh ears’ will hear things differently so I won’t say it was ‘one of those days’ yet until we listen back and decide if Thursday night was fruitful in the recording sense.
The tune is a quicker than your usual Relative Term hymn of beauty and sorrow. The BPM clocks in at over 130, which almost qualifies it as dance music in some circles. Its future holds electric guitars, bells/whistles/handclaps and a full drum kit but, for now, it’s a lonely collection of acoustic guitar takes accompanied by only our state of the art click track and a single electric guitar take that, while remarkable for its sound, was muddled by conflicting direction.
Our fearless leader, the ponytail himself, rose from the engineer’s chair in the great green room of the Hopeville Penora and declared that we’d let it lie for the night and pick up again on Monday.
None were opposed.