i wish i could change the date to june 30th instead of july 1st, because technically that’s what it still is, but no matter. just pretend the date is different, and all will be well.
things remain eventful even though my sleep has been trying to throw itself out of whack again. yesterday i got together with martin schiller for a jam session with no idea what was going to happen, and we ended up recording three improvisations that could be the beginning of an interesting new musical direction. we ended up almost entirely playing bass…which is to say, he played his electric bass, and i played mine. at the same time. i’d never done that with anyone before, and i hadn’t played that much bass in ages. it was a lot more melodic and interesting than you would probably expect it to be. martin used a loop station and a few pedals to manipulate his bass and got some insane sounds that i didn’t know were possible to coax from the instrument. i stuck more to providing rhythm and melody, though in a looser form than usual.
i haven’t just hit the record button and improvised with someone else, without the slightest idea what we were going to do, since…well, since the papa ghostface days. i didn’t know if i could still cut it in a situation like that. but it was a lot of fun. at one point we got a riff going that must have gone on for about twenty minutes…eventually martin got behind the drums after looping his bass line and what transpired was something akin to a krautrock workout. sadly i didn’t record that one, but there’s always next time.
after martin left, much later that night, i was messing around with the fender rhodes and some delay effects, and ended up recording a few minutes of improvising just to get an idea down. then i overdubbed bass and realized it sounded like a song. it needed drums, though, so i recorded them tonight. it was…not as smooth sailing as i was expecting. i knew the approach i wanted to take behind the kit and didn’t have any trouble playing what was in my head, but after a few passes it became clear that a stereo ribbon mic several feet in front of the drum kit at about the height of my head wasn’t going to give me the right sound for this song. i was playing with sticks, and the excessively roomy sound just wasn’t working, particularly on the high hat.
it’s strange what will stand out when you don’t close mic anything. i wasn’t hitting the hats that hard at all, but the syncopated rhythm i was playing sounded kind of phasey and cheap, for lack of a better description. it didn’t fit. i gave up on that for a while and went on to mess around with recording drums on one of the songs i recorded with martin. that didn’t quite turn out either (it probably didn’t help that i was already feeling a little discouraged behind the kit), so i turned my attention to a few other songs that were recorded a few days ago, and finally things started to go my way.
a bit of electric guitar and percussion were added to one song, and for another i recorded some vocals and four or five tracks of myself stomping and clapping. this is one of those situations where it would come in handy to either (a) be able to clone myself about ten times over or (b) call up a fairly large group of people and say, “i need you to come over to help me record some stomping and clapping. right now. bring a clown hat with a jingle ball, too.” sadly, neither of those options are even remotely possible. i think the song could use a few more tracks of stomp-claps, but it’s getting there. it just gets a little tedious sometimes when you have to repeatedly do the same thing yourself in order to build the sound up to where it needs to be.
then i got an idea. even though i wanted to play the drums on the instrumental fender rhodes track using sticks, maybe if i played with brushes things would sound better. it was worth a try, though it wasn’t really what i wanted to do. i needed the snare to have some meat to it. but hey…my battered old brass snare has been sitting around feeling unloved for about five years now, and i haven’t once brought it back to hang out with the other drums since i picked up my maple snare at steve’s music back in the summer of 2003 while recording the PAVEMENT HUGGING DADDIES EP.
thus began about twenty minutes of messing with the incredibly confusing (and ridiculously expensive) high tech gibraltar snare stand i picked up sometime back from long & mcquade in case i ever felt like hitting this old snare again without having to take the other one off of its stand. you’d think a stand for a drum would be a simple thing, but i swear this one was designed just to confuse people. or maybe it was designed with me in mind, by someone who doesn’t like me all that much. eventually i figured it out, to my amazement, and for the first time in years i was staring at that familiar weathered skin again.
i still haven’t picked up a digital camera, otherwise i’d take a picture so you could see that there’s a rather large area in the center of the snare that’s become transparent, allowing you to see through to the floor and whatever lies beyond. this is from all of the other drummers over the years who punished the thing when i was recording friends’ bands for fun (most of them were death metal bands), but it’s still going strong. it’s pretty funny to compare the two snares…it underlines just how non-aggressive i am as a drummer. the maple snare, which is five years old now, has seen more than a bit of use in that time, but i’m just about the only person who’s played it. as such, there are some marks on it that you can see if you get in close enough, but otherwise it still looks like a pretty new drum. maybe you’d guess that it was a few months old if you saw it.
the brass snare, on the other hand…in a period of three years it was played by several drummers who bashed the shit out of it. i’ve never been a fan of drumming that’s so forceful i can feel my bowels clenching and unclenching in time with the beat, but that’s a loaded subject not worth getting into right now. the point is that if i had been the only person who ever played this snare, it too would be remarkably unblemished for an eight-year-old drum. instead, the thing looks like it’s been through all three world wars and somehow lived to tell about it. or at least the top head does.
if i changed the head (tyson suggested i throw on a remo weather king way back in the day) it would look all pretty and new again, but you couldn’t pay me to do that. i think something has happened in the intervening years, and all of that abuse has somehow served to beat the thing into a remarkable sounding piece of kit (that’s the first time i’ve ever used that expression, and it works on two levels! smooth, johnny). all i had to do was hit it once with a brush tonight to realize that i should have brought it out of retirement ages ago. i’ve always preferred this drum tuned low, and you can hear it on pretty much everything i recorded up to and including OH YOU THIS that had real drums on it, but i think it’s probably gone down in pitch something like an octave over the years. i used to sometimes tune it as low as possible, to the point where the snare would barely stay closed, and just enjoy the ramshackle sound, like i was hitting the side of an old tool shed with a lead pipe. for whatever reason i never chose to record the drum in that state, but i don’t think i would have to work very hard to get that sound today.
anyway, i took another shot at recording the drums for that song, and the beat up old snare was just the ticket. with brushes, i could play the high hat pattern i wanted without it sounding too strident, and i could smack that snare like the glutton for punishment it is. i got what i wanted in one take. i realize that i could have simply set up a few close mics and solved the problem much quicker, but in the end i think the brushed sound with this snare is much more appropriate for the song. i’ve grown to like the sound of the R88 as the only thing used to capture the drum set to the extent that i’d rather modify my playing to get the sound i need instead of throwing some more mics in there. it’s just got a vibe to it. i’ve also grown so used to the crack of the maple snare that i forgot how good it feels to play a drum that responds to whatever you throw at it with depth and resonance. like james earle jones. or morgan freeman. wait…did i just compare my snare drum to two actors? with all of the different things i’ve been working on lately, i had just enough recording time left to mix the song down, by a margin of exactly 26 seconds.
i have no idea what to call this instrumental track, which is odd because usually i don’t have much trouble naming things even if they’re wordless (current candidates include some pretty wordy titles like “95 streets to the right [is where i will find the heart of you]” and “she hates with a passion you mistake for love”), but i’m digging it. actually, lately i’m digging everything i do for some twisted reason. i’ll record a song, mix it, and then listen to it repeatedly while thinking, “this has to be the best thing i’ve done in ages!” and then the next day the same thing happens again with a different song. maybe someone’s been slipping something in my bottles of water. whatever the case may be, hopefully i can keep the momentum going and get my ass back to being prolific again. just as long as i can keep the sleep from getting too messed up again…vampires don’t make for very productive studio rats. sad but true.
i’ve also been sporadically mixing some more things for that misfits collection that i’ve been chipping away at for quite a while now. we’re in the home stretch, at last — only nine songs left to mix/work on, and she’s done. a light at the end of the tunnel. this thing is going to be gargantuan, and it’s but a shadow of what it could have been if i really wanted to share all of the things that have fallen by the wayside over the years. i thought i would spare everyone some pretty nasty things (to cite just one example, there’s an old out-take called “all the wrong drugs” that you don’t even need to hear to know how bad it is) and stick to what i think is the cream of the crop.
hopefully i’ll be able to do something interesting with the packaging, and there will be a pretty thick booklet explaining some of the stories behind the songs. how ironic is it that the first time i bother to actually release an album with a bona fide booklet thing, it’s a collection of songs that in some cases were deemed unfit to live? thankfully, time has vindicated many of them, while others did some favours for me and managed to squeeze themselves in on built up goodwill alone. one of the songs i mixed today had some vocal tracks that i forgot existed, so hearing them again was an interesting surprise.
if things go according to plan, i should have both the misfits collection and a cd of new material to give to people at the same time, while the summer is still in full swing. not that much has been going according to plan over the past few years, but i think in this case i can safely say the sky is above us, and the grass is various shades of green and yellow. the rest, as they say, is rigatoni.