The New CD – my turn

Things will take the time that they will take. I know this. And yet, I am impatient. I have to breathe and remember that there is absolutely nothing to gain from tapping my foot and pushing the process along. But, oh, how I want to…

Today (Saturday) began with more guitar tracks…after a little more editing. Yes, I know, I was meant to have done all of my guitar tracks yesterday, but there were other things that had to happen first, and I was, if you recall, waiting my turn. This is not something at which I traditionally excel, but I’m working on the new skill.

When my turn at last arrived, I sat myself down in my seat (see yesterday’s blog for the visual) and I played “Live!” Nothing like diving into the deep end! Playing that song once through is a workout. Playing it through until I got it all just right…a marathon. I was definitely warmed up by the time we got it all down, and “Quiet of the Lie” felt like a walk in the (Central) park in comparison.

“My Life” was a breeze, too…until the bridge. “My Life” is one of the songs I’ve adapted for the musical I’m working on (“The Accidental Caterer” – more news on that soon..when I shift bandwidths.) I rewrote the music to the bridge to fit the story of the show, and now the two versions have collided in my brain. I think this may be the cause of the bizarre bridge-less renditions of the song I’ve played at the last few gigs. Subconscious avoidance of conflict.

With “My Life” and it’s original bridge in the can, we moved to the song we were saving for last, the only finger-picking song I’ll be playing with the band on the CD, “Sail Across the Water”. Ah, finger-picking. When I first picked up a guitar, I tried to use a flat pick, but it kept slipping out of my fingers, so, I scrapped it and decided to use my fingers. Not knowing anything about the instrument, I had no idea that there were certain plucking patterns most folks learn and use like “Travis Picking” and “Carter Family Picking”. I just chose random strings to pluck in the order that felt right to my left hand, and sounded good to my ear, and called it finger-picking. Most of my early songs were written using this “Meghan Picking”, and I got pretty comfy with it. But then I decided it was time to tackle the challenge of holding onto a flat pick once and for all. I made a deal with myself: if and when I learned to play with a flat pick, I would reward myself with Matthew’s 1952 Gibson LG II. The beautiful old guitar had sat untouched in it’s case since Matti died. It was Matthew’s prized guitar and I didn’t feel worthy of playing it. Holding a pick would earn me this privilege. I started off trying jumbo size picks, textured picks, heavy picks, light picks, and finally landed on a tried and true fender medium. And it stuck. I opened the old case, and pulled out the Gibson.

Whew…that was a bit of a departure. All that to say I now play much more with a pick than my fingers. I haven’t recorded a “Meghan Picking” song in a long time. It was challenging and like going home all at once. And I kinda hope you’ll feel a little of that when you hear it.

Time to go sing to some of these now….it’s my turn again!

 

Making the New CD – Dress Down Friday

Hmmm…how long can I actually play sitting still? That is the question.

It was sooo hard to get out of bed this morning, and so easy to leave the house. Last night our heat went out. It’s an old stone house so it retains heat better than most, but overnight the temp dropped to 56ºF in the warmest room. Not dangerously low, but low enough that I could make out a fine mist of breath when I poked my nose out from under the quilt. Oh, it would be so nice to just burrow back down and wait for the guys to show up and fix it.

But…there are lunches to be made, permission slips to sign and sneakers to find before the kids get on the bus, so brave the cold I must. I mean, the kids don’t even seem to notice. I mustn’t be a wimp. I am of strong Irish stock. And damn it, if the kids can do it, I can too….but then again, Quinn has been wearing shorts to school most days this month, so he is perhaps not the best gauge of bearable temperature. But I force myself to leave the sanctuary of our cozy kuna, and it isn’t all that bad. But once the kids are off, I am out the door (into the even colder air that somehow seems less offensive because it’s outside the house) and on my way to the studio.

It’s warm here. That’s the first beny. And I’m here to make music: beny number two. And it’s just Glenn and me, so I didn’t even have to change into “real clothes”: beny number three. #Ilovemyjob.

Today we’re replaying my guitar parts for “Live”, “Sail”, “My Life”, and “Quiet of the Lie”, and laying down the acoustic version of “Little Girls”. As I write, Glenn is cleaning up the drum/bass/keys tracks that I’ll be playing along to. Everything takes a minute, and has to be done in the order it has to be done. For those who know me even a little, you can imagine I’m chomping at the bit wanting to just go “do”. But you might be surprised to hear that I am holding steady. I am allowing the process to take as long as it needs to take, and I’m sitting quietly (I wish I could say “patiently”, but alas, I’ve not come that far) for my turn.

Yes, quietly waiting….. Just sitting here…. Waiting my turn…are we there yet????

The Morning After – Adrenaline Hangover

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!

Making the New Record – Day One

                

Just as the guys arrived this morning to start laying the wet bed for the floor in our soon to be re-built masterbath, I walked out the door with newly re-strung guitar in hand to head to the studio to start the new record. It’s been a month of mornings like this. With the new CD, the new website, and the new room in our house, it’s been all about…new. Day after day making new choices, directing new players. So it felt so good to arrive at Morningstar Studios to be greeted by Jocko, Quint and Peter…the original Analog Gypsies. Tried and true. The guys who breathed life back into my music when I thought maybe I was done with it, ready to put it away to focus on being a mom…before I realized that music is an essential part of how I mother. #thishousemakesnoise.

Glenn got us all patched in and set up and we started with another tried and true, “Responsibility”. We laid basic tracks for “Responsibility”, “Wind”,  and the two newest songs, “Drive”, and “River Rock” before Jocko had to head out for his regular Saturday evening gig (the price to be paid for playing with sought-after musicians). We wrapped the night with me re-playing all of my guitar tracks for the songs we’d started (because, when we laid the base, drums, and guitar tracks, all my parts were “scratch” tracks – unusable because there was no separation between my guitar and vocals.)

By the end of the night my fingertips were screaming from hours of pressing those new strings to that old wood. My back was sore, my belly was empty, and my spirits were high. We are building this house…this new house…from new stories,  new melodies and new grooves laid on a strong foundation of tried and true.