Our 1st studio session: 10 things about recording

So as you all know, Saturday April 21st my band Thornfield (joined by Petras on drums) went to the studio. We had no professional recording studio experience and didn’t know exactly what to expect for the day, but we headed in with snacks, wine, tea, coffee, and instruments. And (unfortunately for me) a dry-clean only sweater that I proceeded to completely sweat through about 5 minutes before even arriving. And my outfit totally didn’t work without the sweater, so I couldn’t exactly remove it either (ugh! I hate being trapped by my own clothing selection!). Note for next time: wear layered, easily removable, non-dry-clean-only items.

I just wanted to toss a few things out there before we head into our second (and possibly final? possibly not?) session at the studio this coming Saturday. What was it like? What the heck did we do? Who, what, why, where, when?

Well, our band headed into Handwritten Recording at 12:15pm to tune up, warm up, and set up, with a start time of 1pm with our engineer, Rick. We fiddled with our guitars/piano/drums, sang annoyingly loud scales and vocal swoops by the bathroom, set up our big fat music binders, removed everything from the recording room (instrument cases, coats, purses) that wasn’t necessary, tested mics–and before we knew it, it was time to roll.

And now, onto bullet points–they save me the effort of making connective sentences. Thank you for understanding.

1. I really like our engineer. He was joking with us, super friendly, encouraging while honest, and focused on efficiency. I can’t imagine an experience working with an engineer we didn’t get along with–ack. So if you’re recording, find someone you like! Find someone whose personality meshes with yours, because you’re going to spend some intense hours with this person.

(Also, I found it inspiring that–shameless name-dropping alert–Rick has worked with Sufjan Stevens. He has a letter from Sufjan posted on the back wall–how awesome is that.)

2. We did all “basic tracks” for this first session. In other words: guitars, drums, piano. All the voice stuff and extras (cello, harmonica, bass, melodica, guitar riffs, egg shaker, tambourine, djembe, vocals, etc.) will come later. The reason: this is a one-room studio, and with everyone playing at once you’re bound to get “bleed” when you play multiple instruments simultaneously–sounds from the piano leaking into the guitar mic, the drum leaking into the piano mic, etc. So we wanted to save anything fiddly (like vocals, which we’re bound to be very picky about) or non-essential extras for an overdub track during the second recording session.

Also, on some songs we multi-task–and Petras can’t play the drums and the bass at the same time, for example. So this necessitates an overdub anyway. Though if he could just figure out how to pull that off . . .

Still confused on why we didn’t belt it out at the same time? Well, if we had tried to do vocals during the basic track part, not only would there be possibly unpleasant bleed into the vocal mic (which allows for less manipulation on the back end), but if someone isn’t pleased with how they sang that one silly word on the second chorus, the whole band would have to play the whole darn song again, from the top. Saving the vocals means that once we’re singing, there’s less pressure to get a perfect take the whole way through, and if we sing a couple takes and like different chunks of each, we can more easily pick sections we liked and ‘punch in’ other sections from another take.

This sounds really confusing, doesn’t it?

Hmmmm.

Anyway!

3. So the thing you’ve probably gathered about basic tracking: if you mess up, everyone starts again. I was afraid the pressure for this would completely wig me out and cause my fingers to become miserably wobbly and useless on the guitar–but it didn’t! Turns out I am MUCH less nervous in a studio setting than I am live. Go figure.

4. I learned a new term–‘scratch vocals.’ The gist is, if you’re recording a basic track and no one is singing, it’s very likely that people will get lost and confused. You really need that voice singing along to indicate to everyone where they heck you are in the song–like Carrie is doing here:

So for every song, someone sat out (I did this an awful lot), hung out by the mixer, and sang into a mic which played into everyone’s headphones.

5. Fig newtons can do wonders for restoring ones’ energies.

6. It’s easier to get it done all at once. Our end time was technically 6pm, but Rick suggested that we stay longer to get in the last 3 songs. Basically, it was better to just get it done while we had the set up already configured than to set it all up again in that same way the next time.

7. Getting in the groove takes time–but no panic needed! We started our session with the basic track for “Trust Me to Stay.” This is one of our oldest songs, and probably the song which we have performed the most. I felt confident that we could get two clean takes back to back (yes, our goal was to nail 2 clean takes of everything). HOWEVER–surprise surprise, it took us close to an hour to get this dang track right. An hour. At this point we were tempted to freak out, because if it took us an hour to get every song right, 19 songs (enough for 1 album + 1 EP) were bound to take us . . . well, twice our budgeted studio hours just for basic tracking. BUT we didn’t lose it (thank God), and everything seemed to go waaay fast from there on out. We got clean takes of the second song (Dinosaur) almost right off the bat (go Eric and Peter!), and so forth. Once we got into our groove, we were just spewing out clean takes right and left. It was gratifying, energizing, and Rick actually couldn’t believe it. =)

8. I suspect the 2nd session will go more slowly. I just have this feeling. We have a lot of extras to add. I suspect a 3rd session might have to happen . . . but we’ll see. Either way, I’m not sweating it.

9. Fast. It happens fast–and has to. If someone messes up irreparably and stops the group, you wait 5 seconds, count everyone in, and start again asap. Losing minutes between takes could be so easy–but we all kept each other on task. From the moment we started at 1 until we walked out after 7, it was practically non-stop. Except for the time it took to chew a Fig Newton . . . or three.

This is my justification for the ridiculously few pictures. I thought I’d have all this time to be snapping artistic shots of everyone right and left, but it turns out that there just wasn’t time to pick up the camera, take a picture, and set it down again. I’ll try harder during our second session.

10. I loved it. I love my fellow musicians, I love making music with them, I love seeing and hearing us succeed in this venture that seemed so intimidating, I love the crazy energy that comes even when exhaustion is shooting through your brain. Kind of like the surge of caffeine during an all-night cross-country drive. Your brain is mush, but somehow your body just keeps going. And it feels . . . good. Like a drug.

To all of you who said a prayer on our behalf–thank you! We were truly blessed during this first session, and I can’t wait for session #2!! (keep praying!)

Virtual shopping trip!

Remember how I mentioned that, after an afternoon of feeling my pants cut into my miserably bloated stomach, I decided to take the leap and buy some maternity jeans?

And remember how I said that I imagined I was taking you all with me? Well, I’ve finally put together the pictures I took of myself in the dressing room at Target.

Wow, that sounds really . . . narcissistic.

But it was really more like Let’s Play Pretend–instead of shopping alone, I just pretended to be shopping with all of you! You lady-types, that is. I even had a couple imaginary conversations with you. In one of them, you kept me safely away from an XXL top that I really loved but . . . well, as you may have guessed, was just a leetle too baggy on me (thanks by the way for saving me the $15!).

So let’s set the scene: there I was at work after eating a lot of fries, and my stomach was not feeling very happy. “These jeans are really giving me an edge!” it whined. “Isn’t there a way you could make me happier by just . . . you know. Spending a little money? For a good cause? Make that a great cause?”

It all seemed to make sense (stomachs have a lot of persuasive power over the pocket book–what can I say). And at that moment, all plans of waiting until Rummage to buy maternity clothes on the cheap just seemed ridiculous, like a completely foolhardy fantasy. The time to shop was clearly now.

So as soon as late afternoon hit and things had calmed down at work, I locked up the office and hit the road. Hopped on the bus, hopped on the train . . . (fast forward 25 minutes) . . . and walked into Target! Once inside, I sped like a madwoman towards the maternity section–but not too fast to grab a few flowy tops off the clearance rack on my way over, mind you. I never go too fast for the clearance rack. Securely hidden away in the dressing room, I whipped off my clothes, put on a striped maternity tank, and pulled on the first pair of maternity jeans.

(by the way, I wish I could say that little belly is the little baby . . . but no. Just fries.)

Why have I heard so many negative things about maternity jeans?

They are sooooo fine. And by that I mean . . . sooooo comfy. Why doesn’t everyone wear them, pregnant and non-pregnant alike?

Well, it might be because of this:

AaaaaAAACK!

It’s frightening. I know. In fact, some of you ladies in the dressing room let us small yelps of shock.

But just pull down your top and the frightening part goes away. And the comfy part comes back. And all is well again.

Let’s see how they adjust when I really pooch out my belly big time.

Yes, I make a duck face every time I pooch out my belly. Why . . . don’t you?

At this point, I was pretty much sold on the pantalones. I have to say, I do prefer pairs with the shorter maternity band (that doesn’t cover the whole stomach), which is what I went for with pair #2. But later on, I discovered you can also just fold down the extra long stretchy part, and if the bottom of it peaks out, it just looks kind of like a navy blue tank.

Pair #2 unfortunately didn’t get photographed very much. But I really love them. In this picture they look a little baggy around the top–and they do scrunch a little–but for some reason that doesn’t bother me. Maybe because they’re a very tapered dark wash, which makes them look skinnier overall. And if you’re doubting, don’t–because at the time, you totally approved.

Trust me–I was there.

Then it was time to move on to the flowy tops.

I know this an XXL . . .

 . . . but it’s supposed to be flowy and oversized, so it might work, right???

Wrong.

Not even with the belt tied on? I wondered, trying to hang on to one last vestige of hope.

Not even with the belt, you said firmly.

Thank you for being the voice of reason in my head. Sometimes reason flees in the dressing room–but this time it prevailed. I should always shop with you guys.

Moving on!

This little number–not a success.

Not even picture worthy.

Next item! A flowery thingamaging, part dress, part shirt.

I love it (and I’m still sporting the 2nd pair of maternity jeans here–love those too).

Love it, love it, love it. The print feels a little retro, and the fit is spot on.

It made me grin my dorkiest of grins. And it might even be able to accomodate the growing Little Wa-Wa. Put ‘er in the cart!

Next: a cheap black miniskirt with a very stretchy waistband, perfect for my needy belly.

Not bad! Especially when I add my favorite find of the day, this jacket.

One of my favorite parts about the jacket? The lining in the sleeves.

See? No, I’m not just awkwardly hugging my torso–I’m trying to show you the sleeves. They’re polka dot on the inside.

Last item up! A flowy printed blouse with butterflies all over it.

It’s so drapey and lovely.

And the little braided belt is the perfect touch.

I love how everything is going together: the shirt, the skirt, even the jacket . . .

Walking out with a complete outfit is always much more fun than leaving with rampantly individual pieces that refuse to be combined.

Finally, as I left the dressing room, I asked the attendant with a longing voice “You wouldn’t happen to have this one flowy dress/shirt thing in a small? I only saw it in an XXL on the rack . . .” I let my voice trail off and radiated my most hopeful expression in her direction.

She reassured me she would check in the back.

A couple minutes later, I had the small in my hand.

Yeeessssss! It fit great. Being a nincompoop, I didn’t take a picture–but I promise it worked.

By the way, is that how you spell “nincompoop”? It looks kind of . . . odd. Too many n’s and o’s and p’s, or something.

Anyway.

Thanks, friends, for shopping along with me! On the upside, it was fun to record the shopping experience on purpose so that I could ‘take you along’–but on the downside, there did end up being a lot of images of my mug plastered all over this webpage. And I mean a lot. Possibly more than in any other post ever written. So based on the pros and cons, is this experience something you’d like to repeat some day? Or will you run the other way as fast as possible when I utter the word “dressing-room”?

Hugs to you all!