This is how I gauge the energy output for a show, a rehearsal, the studio….the morning after. It’s 9:05, and our house is making more morning noise than usual (#thishousemakesnoise) as the guys continue to cut through walls, hammer in baseboards, and prep grout to secure the tile they laid in my soon-to-be-new bathroom yesterday while we were in the studio laying rhythm tracks. Despite the hub bub, I’m sitting at my computer in flannel jammies and fuzzy slippers, nursing a cup of coffee and reflecting on the weekend. I often describe this feeling as “like I’ve been hit by a truck”. But it’s not nearly so unpleasant. It is a luxurious exhaustion. It is an adrenaline hangover. Guess it was a good day in the studio yesterday.
We kicked off day two of recording at 10am with “Sail Across the Water”. Sometimes the simplest songs are the most challenging to record. Or maybe it’s just not such a simple song. We went after it from a whole bunch of angles before leaving it to finish at the end of the day – a good call. We moved on to “My Life” and knocked it out in a few takes. Groove re-established, we hit “Quiet of the Lie”, broke for a quick lunch, and went right into “Sing Louder” and “Live”. When we circled back around to “Sail”, it drifted out with ease. These few sentences worth of songs took a solid 8 hours to record. And then we went back for over-dubs.
By the time I rolled out of the studio, I was stumbling. It felt like midnight. It was 8:54pm. I am sooo not good at the “rockstar” life. But I made my way back to Chez Cary/Farrell safe and sound, and in time to kiss the kids goodnight, so I’m thinking maybe I’ve got the “music making momma” life down pretty well!