Torched Laughter Studio Diary: Days 25 & 26

Upright bass tracks have been completed and gosh darn was it bloody and painful. The end results are good though. I got the best sound I could out of it with the budget and skills available to me.

Now, it wasn’t bloody and painful like a hard rock/heavy metal band press release such as:

 OH WOW! TRAX ARE DONE! I BLED OUT PLAYING MY BASS ON THIS SUPER DEATH RUMBLE TRACK THAT WILL MAKE U GET HARSH TRIBAL TATS AND BLOW SHIT UP!

HOLY FUCK MAAAAN! I’M GONNA PHOTOSHOP FLAMES ONTO MY FUCKING FACE!

It was more like I busted through some callouses because I don’t play bass on a regular basis and the resulting blood was akin to what any inexperienced or out of practice musician would endure. So instead of good Japanese gore, you get safe hollywood cut scenes.

And the last song worked on was hardly heavy. Intricate? Yes. But there are no references to superchargers or assault rifles. You weep. I know.

The last tracks to do before the vocals are the hand percussion which will start right after I type all this nonsense out. They will take the longest to do.

Today was a snow day. 2+ foot snow drifts. I saw no point going out. While I was outside surveying my own little planet Hoth, my deficient neighbor with the affinity for urban music uttered a shred of wisdom that I hope you all take to heart:

`Don’t wear ankle socks out here brahhhh, my feet be soaked.’

 Indeed.

~ by ikonowerk on February 8, 2008.