Tales from the Romantic Air Workshop

{my drst frnds}

I could still sense the gritty musk left by young Burgundy from his latest stint in the Workshop as I entered. Whether from his age or from some late night flitting around the city, Burgy tends to get tired swiftly and this past night of recording we didn't lock up the studio until after 2am. The boy was pushed to be a man and boy did he make this man proud. I was so inspired by his crafty, sing-songy bass line that it made me wanna erase the electric guitar bits I recorded well over a fortnight ago. So that's just what I did. I cranked up the RAR recording system, located my tracks, and without thought clicked delete. I grabbed a borrowed 40+ year old Harmony semi-hollowbody guitar, plugged it into my brother-in-law's VibroChamp, set up a close and a far mic, and went right to it. Burgy's bouyant bass liberated my normally stiff conception of what a rhythm guitar track (one that has the rather adult responsibility to maintain the song's chord progression) should do. I found that if the bass decided to build a lil' melodic staircase after a vocal phrase, my guitar was all to eager to climb up it and slide down it's banister. I actually had quite a bit of fun recording the parts! Normally, I will beat myself into submission, torturing myself with the idea that if I record just one more take...this one could be absolutely perfect. Perhaps I just need a lil' Burgy musk before each session to calm me down...

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