Londons Falling

And on the 7th day, God rested. What’s his problem? Londons Falling needed a 7th day to finish the tracks to the new album. And that’s EXACTLY what we did. Cheebs and I entered the studio on a morning where Kevy Hallous was still recovering from the repercussions upon the copious amounts of sweet tea vodka ingested. (I think I just spoke in 3rd person). On our agenda: re-do a couple of Cheebs solos, finish the back-up vocals, and record some clean guitar tracks so that our depleting fan base can hear that we actually tried to play guitar on this one.

It’s difficult to decipher how the morning transpired. There were a lot of ins and outs between Cheebs and me in the recording area of the studio. He would be recording a song, and then I would step in and record a little track here and there.
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The evening began with a mood and a feel unlike any of the other previous sessions. We arrived at the studio with our axe’s in our holsters, and I, with 7 cups of coffee in my stomach for some serious ass primer, prepared to finalize the tracks.

There wasn’t much of an itinerary, but more of a, “Lets see what’s left”. Cheebs strapped on his man-rod with strings and began to solo out Bombs in Baskets. He attempted a couple of takes and he was finished with the composition. I shouldered my man-rod with strings and belted a couple of shitty single string lines and I was out for the night as far as fondling my musical instrument. Cheebs re-did the most powerful shortest solo ever composed in an LF song in God in Uniform (literally destroyed it) and then quickly moved on to Ad Hominem (Fuck Song). Cheebs double-tracked this solo again
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Nothing like waking up to a brisk morning, stretching out the aging aching limbs, and shuttling to the region where the sun vaporizes the briskness and melds the valley between sky and land to become the heat strain that we know of as Ramona.

Cheebs and I arrived at the studio around 9am for what was going to be an arduous task. With 8 songs ahead, and some of Cheebs shredding solos, we were up for the challenge to lay the foundation. Well, the second we walked into the door, it was right up to the mic that my cracked parched lips would meet as I began to croak through the first song, Talent is Overrated. The second song came in the form of Bombs in Baskets. I had to squeeze my butt cheeks together
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We arrived at the studio around 1pm. Jim had converted the files to ProTools and it had really brought the music to life. It was nice to hear to the ears that we actually played pretty good considering that there weren’t any effects on anything (at least I don’t think there were). So, it was time to lay the vocals down and I do have to say that I was a little nervous. I had my artillery of a 24oz can of beer, bottle of XXX vitamin water, and throat spray. If I was gonna do this, I was going in all guns blazing.

The first song that I sang was These Kids Can Kill. I was pretty goddamn proud of that one.I sang a second vocal track to layer my voice. I guess the layering gives us options.
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On May 1, 1890, workers would strike for an eight-hour work day. We salute the ghosts of the past as 119 years later, their efforts enabled us to depart from our capitalistic institutions, rev up our consumerist cars, and drive the amber waves of grain, through the purple mountains to the land of the free and the home of the brave: Ramona.

Looking through the sleep in our eyes, the recording day began around 5:30pm. Cheebs and Jim began moving the amps around, changing tones, listening intently for that specific sound that Cheebs’ porcelain links would evoke from his custom made Cheebocaster.
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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.
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As the marine layer blankets the coastal communities and the inland towns of San Diego, its’ sphere of influence dissipates to the east as just beyond Mt. Woodson, lies the Santa Maria Valley, the Valley of the Sun, a small musical town that we love: Ramona. Here, Londons Falling and Jim Nau have reunited from a seven year absence since Anxious Season to assemble and construct the new album that Londons Falling hopes will tear the faces off of their small brood of rabid fans.
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