Triumphs both boring and fantastic

In the few minutes I have before my dentist lacerates my gums, I thought I’d do something that’s actually enjoyable, namely, writing a little bit on the ol’ blog.

First off, see that fairly blurry picture down there? The one with eight Rudolph-noses and Brad’s hand at the bottom? That’s the Scully. The Scully is our friend. It’s an old ‘60s 8-track that we recorded a good deal of vocals & rough acoustic stuff through & it will be all over the album. Zach, our resident photographer, wept when I asked him to put up a picture that blurry, but the Scully needed some love and attention, so there it is.

Now, onto triumphs both boring and fantastic.

Let’s go with boring first. We got a bank account. We scoped out a van to replace our once trusty white and orange behemoth. We feel like professionals. Sadly, the bank account will be cavernous and echo-y for quite some time, but it will enable us to close the door on CD Baby & sell our EP proper-like from home. The LP will be elsewhere, but more on that later.

Ho-hum. Like you care about the bank account. I wouldn’t either. But it’s a nice step some level of grown-up professionalism, which, if you know me, is not exactly a quality I exude. I’ve got more of that “wait, you’ve been employed before?” look about me.

Here’s the good stuff: We got a mix. A wonderful one, at that. It’s for the song Balcony, which is one of our longer, more layered ditties. When I heard it for the first time last night, I think I shivered with glee. The instruments sound so much more separate (yet together…confused?) than they did on the roughs we took with us from LA and on earphones, the song is really rather subtle and pretty. Earphone enjoyment’s always been a big deal for me, since I avoid human contact on the bus every morning with the aid of giant, DJ-sized ear muffs, so hearing it like that…well…I’m still smiling. We sent back a small couple suggestions, but Brad knew exactly what we wanted. It must have been the secret telepathic nudgings from up coast…either that, or he’s great at his job. Take your pick.

It’s novacaine time. Pray for me.