Hey Old Flames, just when you were well-certain that the life-giving oxygen of my scriptures had disappeared forever, I return in full technicolor, sun-loving, huarache-clad, with arms wide open. Pound.
As you know from our last update, I have been occupying Ciudad de The Angels for the recording of a Ski Lodge single. Things here have gone swimmingly, and I must admit I’m kinna crushing on the place. Despite what the locals call “June Gloom”, Andrew, the fearless leader of Ski Lodge, and myself have only experienced the most glorious, temperate weather. Day one of our recording session was entirely pre-production, and we were accompanied by Luke Top and Garrett Ray of Fool’s Gold. We reworked the structure of the song and workshopped myriad arrangements before arriving at one that we all felt best highlighted the shining characteristics of the tune.
Lewis Pesacov, visionary and ceaseless occupant of a Summer of the mind, led the band through arrangements and tracking with total aplomb. It’s very rare to leave a session feeling like technical hurdles in no way impeded the tireless expulsion of takes, ideas, and musicality. For this we also owe a debt to Eric Palmquist, mellowest, most-competent engineer of sounds and vibes, who runs Infrasonic Sound so efficiently it hardly feels different than ‘playing for the hell of it’. After millions of guitar tracks and some Hammond B3 overdubs, vocals seamlessly folded into the mix. We were in the studio from 11AM until 1130PM, ate some (IMHOLOL) abhorrent chinese lunch bowls (“edibowls”?) and then some In-n-Out for 3rd meal, and by the next day we were fully-juiced on mixing the song.
Back at Black Iris (Pesacov’s Studio), the mixing and editing went quickly, and, though it’s not yet finished, we’re truly feeling amazing about it.
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