Snippety Snip
There's a wee excerpt from my wee book about Joni Mitchell's Court and Spark album here. I don't know if it's good. I don't know if I care.
I do know that the "Awesome" EP sessions I "co-produced" the past two weekends (with the estimable Jon Auer at the wheel, and the able bodied assistance of Jayme the engineer), have yielded four spectacularly ear-wormy rough mixes along with some very tender memories (and nipples!). It's always nice to watch the pros in action. And the bros, obviously. Grabass? Yes. But motivated grabass. The recordings do exactly what I hoped they would, which was to push a band (probably my favorite band in Seattle at the moment, at least among bands I know personally and occasionally perform with, though I'm really trying to stop performing, though you wouldn't know it to look at my day planner) full of other-than-rock skills and influences towards the rock that obviously lurks in its soul. Not to say there isn't plenty of delicacy and subtle flavor in the songs--there is. But there is also a simpled-down bandness about them, too. It makes a lovely cocktail. Or maybe a mocktail. You should buy it, but first, we should finish it.
Further: This Sunday ought to be the final day of tracking for the Nelson Sings Nilsson record. I have rough mixes of 14 songs from this record, replete with all the fancy strings and horns you could ever want, arranged both brilliantly and bizarrely--as promised--by Mark Nichols. I had a small nervous breakdown (along the lines of a mini-stroke) yesterday when it became clear that I actually couldn't tell how I felt about the record now that it's a hair's breadth away from completion, or indeed about anything at all. This led to several hours of talking to myself out loud, a sprinkling of tears, and a brief paroxysm that included physical convulsion (true). My impulse was to throw the tapes in the river, the way they do in interviews with musicians who lie (see: The Replacements, Bright Eyes). But, of course, there are no tapes, so the digital revolution has saved me another few thousand dollars. Thanks, digital revolution!
Oh yeah, and HD on Friday at the Neumo's. No idea what to expect (other than a few VERY deep cuts). And then HD in California next week. And then HD lunchboxes!!!!!!
I do know that the "Awesome" EP sessions I "co-produced" the past two weekends (with the estimable Jon Auer at the wheel, and the able bodied assistance of Jayme the engineer), have yielded four spectacularly ear-wormy rough mixes along with some very tender memories (and nipples!). It's always nice to watch the pros in action. And the bros, obviously. Grabass? Yes. But motivated grabass. The recordings do exactly what I hoped they would, which was to push a band (probably my favorite band in Seattle at the moment, at least among bands I know personally and occasionally perform with, though I'm really trying to stop performing, though you wouldn't know it to look at my day planner) full of other-than-rock skills and influences towards the rock that obviously lurks in its soul. Not to say there isn't plenty of delicacy and subtle flavor in the songs--there is. But there is also a simpled-down bandness about them, too. It makes a lovely cocktail. Or maybe a mocktail. You should buy it, but first, we should finish it.
Further: This Sunday ought to be the final day of tracking for the Nelson Sings Nilsson record. I have rough mixes of 14 songs from this record, replete with all the fancy strings and horns you could ever want, arranged both brilliantly and bizarrely--as promised--by Mark Nichols. I had a small nervous breakdown (along the lines of a mini-stroke) yesterday when it became clear that I actually couldn't tell how I felt about the record now that it's a hair's breadth away from completion, or indeed about anything at all. This led to several hours of talking to myself out loud, a sprinkling of tears, and a brief paroxysm that included physical convulsion (true). My impulse was to throw the tapes in the river, the way they do in interviews with musicians who lie (see: The Replacements, Bright Eyes). But, of course, there are no tapes, so the digital revolution has saved me another few thousand dollars. Thanks, digital revolution!
Oh yeah, and HD on Friday at the Neumo's. No idea what to expect (other than a few VERY deep cuts). And then HD in California next week. And then HD lunchboxes!!!!!!
posted by Sean Nelson at 5:39 PM
1 Comments:
Please let them be the cool metal HD lunchboxes, with embellished graphics on the outside and accompanying thermos bottle inside (like the one I had as a kid - the 1972 edition with Evan on the bottom panel kicking his drumset over was my FAVE!), and NOT a modern, stupid, soft sided HD lunchbox, with no graphics at all, and maybe (if you're lucky) just a plastic tub inside.
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