Dec 9, 04 08:48 AM
Stevedore Stomp/Rent Party Blues/West Lake Street Toodle-oo.
I'm jonesing to be done at last.
My ears are getting tired. I sit around reading, websurfing, journalling, as the tracks spool past, hearing my own vocal endlessly, and I've become desensitized to it.
After dinner I can plug my iPod into this pair of little speakers, and listen to it in the kitchen, and at that point in the day, listening to it in that lo-fi format, it sounds good to me. Great, in fact. It's unbelievable how Dan has become such a formidable mixer--he's gained so much skill and knowledge just in the two years we've been working on this recording.
We're a little behind schedule. We're going to need another week to wrap it up. So, we're doing the tracks that need arrangement work--trombone enters here, drums drop out here, use this backing vocal and not that one, that kind of thing--and then, when I split on Saturday, Dan will finish up the mixing in my absence.
I'm going to Jamaica the day after we finish the recording. I booked this vacation over the strenuous objections of my manager, who thought I should be around for this--but, I really don't need to be. Dan is the brilliant balancer of tracks--I'm good with instruments entering and exiting, texture and combination, but the fact is that when Dan fattens up a sound with one of the many lovely boxes with flashing lights, it just sounds unchallengably great. I could come up with some opinion just to have one, but it'd be superfluous. I trust Dan.
So, it's warm sun and blue water for me.
