August 12, 2005
What a difference a day can make. Midnight last night, I didn't think I could deal with one more problem. Dad was facing angioplasty, the doctor's appointment with Joe was a disaster, and everything else going on with the company was weighing so heavily on me, I didn't know what to do.
As I write this, Dad is in recovery with 4 stents in his heart, and feeling fine. Joe has been abducted by aliens, and someone resembling my son has been left in his place, and the bid I was worrying about has been delayed two weeks. God is really looking out for me today.
I have been pondering the format of this journal ( I guess it really doesnt count as a blog because I am not going to spend my time checking out websites), and have decided that it will have a different theme each day, but the themes will rotate. I also think that I will allow Google to post advertising here. I know its a pain, but if the things that I share can generate a couple of bucks, anyone would understand that.
Last night the chorus went into our second recording session for our latest CD. People who have never been in a recording studio or recording session have absolutely no idea how difficult that really is. Imagine first of all that you have sing a song with your best diction, attention to detail, energy, and performance level. Then repeat that effort three times. Then do the song with 65 other people who need to perform at that same high level. Then factor in that you are standing on risers that creak if the wrong person shifts his weight at the wrong time. Sound hard yet?
It gets better.
Any cell phone or watch or pager that goes off ruins the take. We have established a relationship with a local retirment center, and they allow us to use their big hall. There is a large grandfather clock out in the hall. When the clock chimes, it can be heard by the microphones. If Edna and Rosie want to walk down the hall and argue about Bingo, that will scrap a take. ( That happened last night.)
Still want to be a recording star? You havent heard the best part yet.
The room that we use is airconditioned. Or was. The microphones are so sensitive that the sound of the air rushing through the vents can be heard. So no AC. So there we are, on squeaky risers, with 65 sweaty old men, for 4 hours.
Now here is the best part. Add to the whole mix that I just described, some of the old timers seem to like to eat deviled eggs and drink beer or some other gassy food products before coming to the recording session.
Need I say more?
Still want to be a recording star?
Troubador
As I write this, Dad is in recovery with 4 stents in his heart, and feeling fine. Joe has been abducted by aliens, and someone resembling my son has been left in his place, and the bid I was worrying about has been delayed two weeks. God is really looking out for me today.
I have been pondering the format of this journal ( I guess it really doesnt count as a blog because I am not going to spend my time checking out websites), and have decided that it will have a different theme each day, but the themes will rotate. I also think that I will allow Google to post advertising here. I know its a pain, but if the things that I share can generate a couple of bucks, anyone would understand that.
Last night the chorus went into our second recording session for our latest CD. People who have never been in a recording studio or recording session have absolutely no idea how difficult that really is. Imagine first of all that you have sing a song with your best diction, attention to detail, energy, and performance level. Then repeat that effort three times. Then do the song with 65 other people who need to perform at that same high level. Then factor in that you are standing on risers that creak if the wrong person shifts his weight at the wrong time. Sound hard yet?
It gets better.
Any cell phone or watch or pager that goes off ruins the take. We have established a relationship with a local retirment center, and they allow us to use their big hall. There is a large grandfather clock out in the hall. When the clock chimes, it can be heard by the microphones. If Edna and Rosie want to walk down the hall and argue about Bingo, that will scrap a take. ( That happened last night.)
Still want to be a recording star? You havent heard the best part yet.
The room that we use is airconditioned. Or was. The microphones are so sensitive that the sound of the air rushing through the vents can be heard. So no AC. So there we are, on squeaky risers, with 65 sweaty old men, for 4 hours.
Now here is the best part. Add to the whole mix that I just described, some of the old timers seem to like to eat deviled eggs and drink beer or some other gassy food products before coming to the recording session.
Need I say more?
Still want to be a recording star?
Troubador
posted by Troubador @ 1:52 PM
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