If you asked me last year whether I was planning on recording an album, I would have said, “why?”.
But all roads since then have led to just that. And I am trying not to jump through my skin with excitement.
I contacted at least a dozen engineers & producers over the past couple of months. Most did not get back to me. I had my wallet open, willing and ready to pay no less. I will not guess nor conjecture as to why. I will not whine.
It’s 2019 bitches, and sound studios are a dime a dozen. I remember entering hollow rooms with vast recording boards, endless rows of knobs, and chunky reel to reels. Now all of that is on our laptops. We can fit studios in little corners of our bedrooms. Hey…wait…sounds familiar.
What we can’t fit in our homes is the mind of a producer. I can write a book about the appreciation of what a good one does, at least the parts that can be explained, which is the tip of the magical, abstract iceberg of producing a record.
I tried. I tried to find one. And now I’m going to try to be one. I’m out of options. The path has been shown to me. I’m not even religious but already feel myself praying for a sound that is simple, clean, exciting, emotional. I’m scared as hell that it’s going to suck. Every song feels like a completely different genre than the next, so it’s going to be challenging to pull it together. However, if any time was right to give this a go, it’s now, Almost all the songs are finished. Even the raw ones are pretty much done. I don’t have to worry about writing AND composing/arranging/production. I can step back, try to look at them like they’re strangers, start fresh. Well, wish me luck!