When I left off, we had struggled through the first half of principal recording (meaning full band takes). We arrived at a point of renewed energy and vibe for this very tedious, extensive recording. Now to bring you up to today.
(By the way, I have been meaning to tell you, if you are a novice in music or recording It may be useful and fun to watch the first four or five episodes of a video series I produced with CFTC in 2012 called Getting Sound. The last episodes are at the top, so you will have to scroll down.)
The rest of principle recording went well. There were a couple of technical snafus that required a retake of a song but other than that sailing was smooth. It seemed like we had squeezed on through to the other side. Sorry, Mr. Morrison.
Overdubs began. Contrary to popular belief, the initial recording is where you get eighty to ninety percent of the finished sounds. And there were a few that we weren't quite happy with so we overdubbed or re-recorded these parts.
And The Squeeze came back. Between my business, my family and this recording I had no time left on the plate. During overdubs I was often up at dawn, working on my business until afternoon and then overdubbing at night, sometimes 'til three or four in the morning. 20+ hour days were not unheard of, and I know my wife was often wondering if I had died.
But I wasn't the only one experiencing this. The band was on the road 3 or 4 days a week sometimes and were juggling their individual schedules as well. The Squeeze got tighter and we had only a week left, and a lot of vocals to do. Guess what? People started getting sick. Especially lead vocalists. Perfect.
Somehow, the days before the band went on the road for nearly two months, we squeezed the vocals out in a string of those 20+ hour days I was talking about. Whew. I breathed a sigh of relief. Again, I thought we had squeezed on through.
I started editing and cleaning all the tracks last Thursday, when the band left. I finished on Sunday. I started mixing on Monday and will be until this coming Monday. I am still waiting for horn tracks that I was supposed to receive Monday. I can't really call a song "mixed" until all the tracks are laid in, as a new sound can demand changes to other sounds in the mix. It sort of feels like working in limbo.
Yet, I am striving to make this record stand out. I want people to react. I want no one to listen and feel comforted by familiarity. I want people to either hate it or love it. I am taking each sound and finding it's characteristics and pushing them over the edge. It's odd because typically I have recordings I compare to what I am doing and referencing for quality and sonic character. I don't have that with The Squeeze. I am out on my own ledge of creativity and cannot think of anything to reference and compare with.
It's scary. The band could hate it. People could hate it. It could be too far outside of it's time or genre. But if I know one thing, it is that this fear, this terror, this is The Squeeze, and I must walk down the path of life with it until it ends. Because not being squeezed would be worse than death.