Studio adventures
Studio adventures
Well, not really an adventure per se, but spent a couple of hours working on some guitars for a tune that is going to be on the next EP. The song is super catchy, with a catchy chorus that’s so sweet, after you hear it you’ll need to rinse with fluride to prevent cavities.
After spending an hour or so on the tune, Bob and James expressed that I needed to add “Marcsisms” (apparently a word-play derived from my name) to the tune – meaning, try to pepper the tune with little stylistic things guitar-wise that have more of “my” unique* stamp on it. However, I sort of mis-interpreted what they were saying – Marcisms is pronounced like “Marxisms”, causing me to briefly launch into a tirade about the cold war, Berlin Wall, invisible hand economics, and how it only works on paper… My mistake – each according to his own ability. In the end, they sent me home with a cd copy of the song safety pinned to my back so I can practice some more before I return Sunday.
On a different matter. I saw a what appeared to be real live chicken pecking around in Robby’s (drummer for awesome band The Street, whom we share a studio with) front yard. I say “appeared” to be a chicken because on a recent trip to the mountains I also saw what I thought was a “wild” chicken, later my hiking partner explained (in a rather patronizing way) that it was actually called a grouse, even if it looked like a chicken. Since the studio is located in a fairly dense neighborhood and not in the mountains, I believe this could possibly be the first sighting of what is known as an “urban grouse”. Regardless, it (the chicken grouse) added a nice third- world ambience to the studio, as if our album is being recorded in the Dominican Republic instead of Midvale, Utah **.
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.* Not sure if i’m ready to apply the term “unique” to myself. Unless, of course, if by “unique” you mean that I sound like a half a dozen 80s metal guitarists that have been globbed together like that bag of gummi-worms you left in your car during mid-summer.
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.**If Utah actually had a geographical equivelant of the Dominican Republic, it might as well be Midvale.