At the end of July, Brigid and Bryce and the rest of Bryce's old band, Everything Absent or Distorted (now, in their shifting, intermittent form they are called the Soft Civil War) booked some time in the recording studio and invited me to join them.
Brig and Bryce and Trevor and I recorded a couple of songs in the mornings.
There were instruments and sound-making toys on shelves, leaned against walls, propped in every corner.
Brig took photos on her hipstamatic iphone.
Sandy was our sound engineer, wiping all my blunders from the record, thank God.
We stayed wired on some of the best coffee I've had in Denver, which was sold just up the block.
T.T. Rumble rambled through some classical...blurred into Radiohead..blurred into The National...blurred into Yann Tierson...
Apparently Brig plays her best accordion when dressed as a Russian poodle.
I played a little saw, some bells, and some vocals, all of which were rather nerve-wracking...your track singled out and such. There is really no hiding behind others. It was my first time in the studio, but I hope to find myself there again someday.
Lots and lots of hanging out--knitting, guitar, cigarettes, Nintendo, conversation...
Trevor's puppy, Townes van Trumble, was our muse.
Then Kuker's new son took a shift or two as muse.
And Brigid's crew of sock creatures made excellent groupies.
1 comment:
good times!!!
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