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Finished up tracking Kamikaze Eyes tonight. Vocals went very smoothly and I'm very pumped to mix this (after I finish Black September and Sister Cities). Next weekend I start The Night Brigade and then Weekend Nachos. I'm getting way over my head, but careful time management should allow me to finish everything in a relatively timely manner.
Pete and I talked the other week about future expansion plans for the studio. For one thing, we want to build another live room. It'll be fucking huge and 100% isolated from the control. We just need to clear out another couple thousand pounds of rubber boots, raincoats and shelving. Our current live room would be partitioned and converted into a couple iso-booths. We also want to convert some area of the warehouse into practice spaces which we'd rent out for extra income. Diversifying.
Bill Smiles said some nice words about working with me on the CHC messageboard. Sometimes I feel like I'm burning myself out, but hearing time after time from bands that working with me was their most enjoyable recording experience feels pretty great. I just want to do the best job I possibly can.
Then I'll listening to recordings like the last Tool record and I want to fucking cry. It's simultaneously inspiring and crushing to my ego. Joe Barresi is a fucking genius and all I want from life at the moment is to make records that sound that good.
I want to go on a spiel about how for the last several hours I haven't been able to stop thinking about death, but for once I'm going to try not to wallow in my neuroses. There's just a certain coldness to this particular brand of melancholy that I can't seem to shake off. I'm probably just overtired.
I think a hot shower and maybe some reading (fuck it, I know I'm just going to end up watching The Office) should do me right.
Pete and I talked the other week about future expansion plans for the studio. For one thing, we want to build another live room. It'll be fucking huge and 100% isolated from the control. We just need to clear out another couple thousand pounds of rubber boots, raincoats and shelving. Our current live room would be partitioned and converted into a couple iso-booths. We also want to convert some area of the warehouse into practice spaces which we'd rent out for extra income. Diversifying.
Bill Smiles said some nice words about working with me on the CHC messageboard. Sometimes I feel like I'm burning myself out, but hearing time after time from bands that working with me was their most enjoyable recording experience feels pretty great. I just want to do the best job I possibly can.
Then I'll listening to recordings like the last Tool record and I want to fucking cry. It's simultaneously inspiring and crushing to my ego. Joe Barresi is a fucking genius and all I want from life at the moment is to make records that sound that good.
I want to go on a spiel about how for the last several hours I haven't been able to stop thinking about death, but for once I'm going to try not to wallow in my neuroses. There's just a certain coldness to this particular brand of melancholy that I can't seem to shake off. I'm probably just overtired.
I think a hot shower and maybe some reading (fuck it, I know I'm just going to end up watching The Office) should do me right.