Good Friday – a lovely, crisp autumn day, and I’m journeying south along the coast to Woonona, about an hour and a half out of Sydney. My tafe teammate James lives here, commuting to town three days a week, but today I’m commuting to him to begin recording my song. The train passes through green valleys, bushland, seaside hamlets and the occasional old coal silo rigged for rail transport; the view ranges from idyllic to panoramic but the train windows are dirty and my photos can’t do it justice.
returning…
The recording process is simultaneously stimulating and draining. You’d think a day was enough to complete a 4-minute song, but it’s not even close. By the time you factor in travel time, meal time, setting up and faffing round time, the public holiday train timetable and my commitment to dinner with Drew’s folks who eat at 6, there was only a couple of hours real work time left. We talked through the parts and the dynamics I want, James got a clearer feel for the song and we set bpm rates for the 2 parts. I chose which string sounds I wanted, we sorted the keyboard strings wash for the prelude verse and I practiced the keyboard string solo. We managed to get guide vocal and guitar lines down and burnt me a CD without the vocal so I have a practice track, but are we even halfway through? I don’t think so.
*sigh*
The scary part is that the time we have left to complete this project is rapidly shrinking, but what I have to get done in that time seems to keep on expanding. I honestly can’t see it all coming together…
but it’s always like that at this stage, isn’t it?