02-11-02
First day back after almost a month of
relative normalcy, and a late one too as we are not starting until 6:00
in the evening-ish. Today is a clean up day, going over anything that
may need sprucing up before we start mixing tomorrow. First on the
agenda are the backing vocals for "Ghosts", which Dave knocks
off in record time. Dave (and everyone else) feels that the lead vocals
for "Broken Days" could be sung more aggressively and it would
do no one any harm. This takes longer to tackle than "Ghosts"
and attention spans wander (Mostly over to Chad's workspace where he is
hard at work re-mastering the entire Minor Threat catalogue.) As you can
imagine this proves too much of a temptation for the two former members
in attendance and much of the evening is spent running back and forth
between Dave's lovely singing in one room and our youthful aggression in
another. Roger spends much of his time in the lounge singing along to
"Filler" and other MT hits. We would show you the quite
amusing photos of this riveting scene if the disc containing said pics
hadn't disappeared at some point. Oh well, if they're ever found they
will assuredly be posted. They're not as exciting or blackmail ready as
some of the other "Rog" photos that exist but that probably
doesn't surprise anyone reading this.
Brian (just back from Europe) is
extremely jet lagged. He is not cranky; I don't care what anyone says!!!
He's not…I swear. He's just tired and his knee hurts, that will have
to suffice. No one is drunk, well Roger is a tad "jolly" but
that's probably just the nostalgia he is currently high on. Don and I
are wearing shorts because we are not quite right and Dave is eating
bread and looking very punk. We're done and going home. Until tomorrow.
Brian here. Rested (at last) and ready.
HUNGRY. Roger, get some food. Please.
It's obvious to me that these studio
reports have degenerated into each band member insulting each other
and/or otherwise commenting on relatively non-studio specific issues
(Brian is a homo). I will attempt to re-capture the concept of a true
studio log with this report. Until that gets boring - then back to the
dirt.
We are continuing to patch up the
backing vocals and hope to get to mixing by this evening. Dave is
currently crooning a yet-to-be titled song featuring Colin Sears' lyrics
to a very "Wig-Out" styled riff monster that I've had knocking
around for about two years. Dave is singing into a Rode NTK tubular mic
with a homebrew popper-stopper. GOD THIS IS TEDIOUS…
Don and Steve are wearing shorts, yet
the temperature outside is near freezing. Why is this?
Steve Here. The answer is …HUBRIS!!!!
Yes.
Hey there, Dave here. Some of the most
fun time of being in the studio is sitting around talking about old punk
stuff. Right now we're sitting here talking about Black Market Baby, a
seminal D.C. punk band. I remember them really well. Songs like Youth
Crimes and Potential Suicide were so fucking great. Steve just told me
that they get back together still every couple of years - I must be
there next time. BMB recorded with Don at the old Inner Ear as well.
It's insane how many great things came out of Inner Ear. Not just
because Don is my buddy, either.
Dave is finishing up the last song of
the recording session. Hallelujah. Next is MIXING!!!!!!!
Brian is taking opiates to lessen the effects of punk rock knee.
Mixing enabled. The following are some technical "mixing"
terms used here at Inner Ear.
fanny fanny pho-fanny
batman
fugawaga
flitty
sans amp (a product name, but it is also used as an adjective)
wet Dave up
dither it
feature
unmuddy
de-pussify
Roger has gone to Vampire Chicken (an
amazing Peruvian chicken place up the street that is only open after
dark.) In his absence we are replacing most if not all of his bass parts
with whale sounds I got off a CD that came in a box of Frosted Flakes. I
am also replacing his pictures on the album package with photos of
Charles Nelson Reilly in drag doing blow off a hooker's chest.
Bookending
Ping-ponging
Autopan
Spinecho
Slow sweeper
Roger is (surprise) drunk AGAIN. He
doesn't even recognize us anymore.
IF YOU KEEP TALKING SHIT, I'M GONNA PUT A DEREK SHU IN YOUR ASS.
Brian is now making bionic man sounds
while all hopped up on painkillers in order to explain his thoughts on
this song.
My God, we have a keeper. We are done for the night, and not a moment
too soon, for Steve has just run out of salad. And if Steve doesn't have
his greens, well…
Hello, Roger here. Mixing continues.
Chad is in the other room recording some sort of Christian talk thing.
It must be odd to work on Minor Threat one day and Christian preaching
the next. These guys kind of wig me out to be honest. One dude has a
strangely angular head and horrible teeth. He also stinks of old Chinese
food. Ah well, it takes all kinds, eh?
One thing I've always liked about
Colin's drumming is that he makes these incredibly loud moaning/yelling
sounds when he plays and he has no control over it. It just happens,
especially during fills and accents. I've always wanted to set up a mike
just for his vocals, but it's just never happened. I think he gets a
little embarrassed hearing these fantastic gurgling moans. All is not
lost, however, because he bleeds onto the various mikes set up for the
drums. You can't hear it in the final mix, but it's there, and it always
makes setting up the drum sounds during mixing a lot more fun.
Don eats a lot of French bread. Today
he switched to cheese after always being partial to spaghetti sauce. I
don't know why.
Brian here. I just came in and saw
firsthand the insanity (both literal and figurative) that Chad is
dealing with today. These people are not only oddly shaped and
vehemently Christian, but they are now actually eating Chinese food
(just delivered), which is incredibly strange, since Roger's previous
olfactory observation would suggest that these people had already
enjoyed a Chinese meal earlier in the day. (or maybe last night…I
don't know.) Incidentally, these freaks drove to the studio in a car
featuring "Semper Fi" license plates replete with Marine Corps
logos, yet there is a sticker on their bumper apparently decrying the
Marine Corps policy of reprimanding its actuaries. The sticker reads:
"To err is human, to forgive divine - neither is Marine Corps
policy." Roger and I are making another sticker for
them…."God is my co-pilot to Chinese restaurants that offer
discounts to military personnel with cranial inongruencies"
We have mixed three songs so
far…Steve is roughing up the title track "Minority of One"
for further tweaking as I write this. Dave sounds pissed off on tape, I
tell you.
Hey, it's Dave. I just got in and
instantly we went to get Vietnamese food. What I heard sounds really
good. Brian had been to this Vietnamese restaurant before. Little did we
know that there are now about 14 million Vietnamese restaurants in
Clarendon. But we found the restaurant and it was indeed exquisite.
Shock, surprise, and horror - Roger is
drunk AGAIN. I'm talking slurring, stumblebum, sell your TV for scotch,
piss fucking drunk. What is he running from? I just want to help him.
I'M NOOT DRANK. FUCKN ACHOLE STOP SAYN DAT
It's a brand new day. It's a brand new
daaaaaaaaayayyy
12 noon; Today, I (roger) feel like
shit. Not because of the music or sadness of the impending end, but
because the sub I ate last night on Don's recommendation almost killed
me. It was one of those froofy suburban "authentic" Italian
gourmet delis that overcharge, make you wait forever, and put rat poison
in your sub when you're not looking. I think I bled internally all night
and the mustard gas emanating from my rear was horrible, even to me. But
enough about me.
After listening to everything we have
done so far, Steve and Don are making some changes to one song. Other
concerns can be dealt with in Mastering (oh it's not over yet). The
amazing Chad Clark will be at the controls with Steve and Brian right
here at Inner Ear Studios next week. We like him. He did an amazing job
on all the Dischord re-masters and still had time to eat Chinese food
with toothless Christians. Very impressive.
After this tweak is done, we have three
more songs. Oh boooy.
3:55 PM As part of the process of
approving a mix, we always end up going out to Brian's car to listen to
a cd copy. After we're done, the cd is then smashed into pieces, to
prevent piracy (and to assuage Brian's paranoia.) We are mercilessly
adding fodder to already over-crowded landfills. But hey, cds are cheap
and we will spare no expense for high fidelity.
Last song. It's crackers and ginger ale
for me from here on out. Don't pay attention to all that drunk talk
you've been reading about. It's simply not true. Honest. Would I lie?
Who you gonna call?
8:15 pm Brian here…for the first time
in this session, Roger is completely sober. The rest of us, on the other
hand, have started dabbling in the post-mix celebratory beverages, even
though we still haven't burned the last song. Don Z is hitting the wine.
Steve and I are sipping whiskey. True till Death? Not us. Dave is at
home with his kids, by the way, just so you don't think he's also
smashing the SXE myth to bits. That's MY job, dammit
9:00 pm We are finally finished mixing
Minority of One, the new Dag Nasty album out this summer on Revelation
records. I'm really, really excited about this record. YaHey.
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