I've finally started getting a professionally mixed demo together. It took me a long time to get going on it because I was a bit overwhelmed by the prospect of going solo. Fortunately, I was able to connect with a musician that lives downstairs. I'll call this guy The Studio Musician.
This is a guy that rarely comes out of his room. I didn't really know about him until The Poet met him on the smoker's corner one day and suggested I collaborate with him. I was nervous at first because he is primarily a jazz musician, but he's actually perfect for the job. He's got a whole recording studio set up in his apartment and he plays multiple instruments. He's got a big burly beard, wears the same hat everyday, and has an adorable pet cat. He also has a "Clerks" poster hanging in his studio. "Clerks" was a movie that I used to quote a lot with my old band, so it seemed a good omen of sorts.
A couple weeks ago, I gave him a rough track of one of my songs. He created guitar and bass parts for it and is working on drums. I was amazed when I heard it. It sounded like a real song by a real band! A pretty bad ass song too, if I do say so myself. It starts out with piano, organ, and acoustic guitar, but then the chorus rolls around and the electric kicks in. Just thinking about it makes me grin.
I finished singing and The Studio Musician gave me a big thumbs up from behind his computer. "That was it! That was the take! Rock on!" he exclaimed. Then his next door neighbor's smoke alarm went off and a dog began barking simultaneously. The timing on that was uncanny. If that had happened while I was singing, the take would have been ruined.
When I left the studio, I couldn't help but feel like a rock star. I had my song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. Specifically the chorus: "Is this just another night? Or have you finally lost your mind?"
Sometimes I feel like I really am losing my mind in this place. Fortunately, I have a good method of reminding myself that I'm at least semi-sane. It involves a pile of notebooks Mr. Merry Christmas Forever has sitting in a trunk outside of his door. But that's a story I'll save for tomorrow...