Day 2
Sunday morning came a lot faster than anticipated, but after a quick shower to wash off the night before, pulling up the same pants as the day before, and donning a Misfits t-shirt that only the punk rock heavy weights of Russ Rankin, Jerry Only, and Chris “Bung” Cormier would acknowledge, I brushed my wood flavored teeth and was off to pretend that I knew how to play guitar.
Cheebs and I arrived at Jims around 7:30am with great anticipation as reflections and memories of Anxious Season began to set in. We set up the “wall of amps” to get a specific tone for the guitars. Trav and I really like the “wall”. There’s just something about its’ presence that emanates a connection between the man and his guitar. I opted to go first, so we were shifting amps around, turning knobs, and running in and out of the control room to get the specific sound that we were looking for. After numerous shifts, turns, and runs, we finally looked at each other with an approved consensus that we had found the right sound. The first few songs weren’t too bad. I relaxed a little and was flowing smoothly through my takes until I ran into a brick wall of confusion. I wanted to throw my goddamn guitar on the floor and quit. It’s something about recording that really tests your skills as a musician since recording is really all about precision, and as a sloppy guitar player, I vomit in the red on the sound meter. Luckily, Jim is a man of patience and I somehow got through my personal horror and trauma of exposing my shit-filled talent. The next few songs I began to settle back into a rhythm and soon enough, I found myself facing the last two tracks. I guess, in the air of refection, I began to think, “Goddamn, Trav and I wrote some of these songs 7 years ago, and here we are, finally putting a stamp of approval on them to incorporate them into our library of songs”. For not being a band of recognition or revenue, I felt a small tinge of success in my mind. After I was done, it was around 11am and I was ready to pass the axe (not the body spray), however, Trav would not be able to lay his tracks down until another day, and so we saddled, packed, and strapped our belongings and rode into the sunset until Day 3 of recording approached.
Peace,
Kevy Hallous
