Tag: recording

Recording at Busted Barn

Recording at Busted Barn

This fellow, Pete Morse, is a bit of a miracle worker behind the mixing console. As the producer and engineer of the new recording project, he’s been wildly successful at keeping my primitively circular mind in chec. The rough mixes are in, but it’s already clear that it wouldn’t be what it is without his talents. Check [...]

 

The Decision

The Decision

It’s never easy. Stopping isn’t You hear things and You want to keep Going. I keep imagining that This record will be a giant, Collective effort. But it isn’t. It’s more of me And less of the world despite My attempts to keep my Words in check. I don’t fear the end. I just Want some time to think.

 

End of Week One. Recording.

End of Week One. Recording.

You never know your songs until you pick them apart sonically; until you’re listening for things that you never did on the late nights of Guinness and no sleep. You start to hear things that didn’t exist before. And then you have to know when to stop. When to say enough and don’t [...]

 

New CD Plans

New CD Plans

Questions have been posed about the CD that we’re planning for later in 2010. This one is a bit different from the current disc. We’re going to do a number of guest appearances with some Portland artists. Some pianos, some percussion, some banjo. We’ll see what happens. The live format won’t change. We’re sticking with the same, [...]

 

January 2010

January 2010

It’s the feeling that comes with a Delores Claiborne hobbling. The inability to escape. And it’s the ankle sprain that is causing this. I’m going to be setting a new recording space this month…slowly. In the meantime, there are other tracks to post. Newer ones. Older ones. Thanks to all of those radio stations out there playing the [...]

 

Live From Portland Maine. For 30 minutes.

Live From Portland Maine. For 30 minutes.

Tonight, it was a show put on by Josh Madore and his band at Portland’s venerable rock dive Geno’s Thursday. A thirty minute set. It was a pleasant way to end 2009′s performance calendar, by doubling tempos and turning sad sounds into downright angry ones. Maybe somebody spiked the chocolate milk. That’s it for 2009. “I was [...]