So, we’re at the shiny new Noisegate studios where things are frantically being plugged in and sam is setting up the drums. W Johnathon thinks his kitchen might have a poltergeist.
Tuning and soundchecking drums is always the most exciting part of any band activity, but with that safely out the way it’s on to scratch tracks. Air may be running thin in the control room, but we’ve established that the sam on the screen is the sam downstairs, and not just a smaller version that lives in the box on the wall. Now, just need to find the shark release button and it’s bond villains all round as we watch him try to kung fu his way out of the live room…
The drums to Sticks & Stones are down and that’s lunch. Matt, Sam, Chris and W Johnathon go in search of food like the hunter-gatherers they are, whilst Tom puts plugs on the new ventilation system in order that Sam doesn’t die of heat exhaustion this afternoon. Spoilsport.
So here we are at noisegate. Just me and tim sitting writing the last of the lyrics I usually adlib on stage. The others hsve gone out to get food. But hopefully they will be back in a second and we can finish the scratch tracks and move on to the bass parts……. Rock on
Next up is 123, which seems to have gone remarkably smoothly. That’s 2 down and 2 to go, which would be fine if one of the remaining 2 wasn’t Hollywood Hot Tubs, which is a beast of a song.
Surprisingly, drums for Hollywood Hot Tubs have gone down in only 2 takes, with a brief recap of the hardcore section for completeness, which means that Chris will be up next…
Tim’s making me write something against my will, and I don’t really have anything to say. Drums are very nearly finished, and then I think we’re done for the day. Ho hum. Matt says I should mention John’s gig with the young meteors. So I have. It’s at Robbins Well, and for a good cause, so go along.
Well that took slightly longer than expected. I think I just enjoyed being on the little TV too much. John wants a video of me playing drums so he can play with himself in front of it. Not too sure how happy I am about that… Well despite fears that the live booth was in fact some kind of room of death (I was especially worried by Tom’s keenness to install the ‘ventilation’ system) I can now put my feet up and laugh at everybody else.
So, we’re at the shiny new Noisegate studios where things are frantically being plugged in and sam is setting up the drums. W Johnathon thinks his kitchen might have a poltergeist.
Tom, W johnathon and I have gone for breakfast.
Bom. Bom. Bom. Bom. Bom. Bom. Bom.
Sam’s soundchecking the drums.
Tuning and soundchecking drums is always the most exciting part of any band activity, but with that safely out the way it’s on to scratch tracks. Air may be running thin in the control room, but we’ve established that the sam on the screen is the sam downstairs, and not just a smaller version that lives in the box on the wall. Now, just need to find the shark release button and it’s bond villains all round as we watch him try to kung fu his way out of the live room…
The drums to Sticks & Stones are down and that’s lunch. Matt, Sam, Chris and W Johnathon go in search of food like the hunter-gatherers they are, whilst Tom puts plugs on the new ventilation system in order that Sam doesn’t die of heat exhaustion this afternoon. Spoilsport.
So here we are at noisegate. Just me and tim sitting writing the last of the lyrics I usually adlib on stage. The others hsve gone out to get food. But hopefully they will be back in a second and we can finish the scratch tracks and move on to the bass parts……. Rock on
Next up is 123, which seems to have gone remarkably smoothly. That’s 2 down and 2 to go, which would be fine if one of the remaining 2 wasn’t Hollywood Hot Tubs, which is a beast of a song.
Aside from tom’s inability to remember the 3rd line of the 1st verse, Battle of the Blands is also going very smoothly. Hollywood is up next…
Surprisingly, drums for Hollywood Hot Tubs have gone down in only 2 takes, with a brief recap of the hardcore section for completeness, which means that Chris will be up next…
Tim’s making me write something against my will, and I don’t really have anything to say. Drums are very nearly finished, and then I think we’re done for the day. Ho hum. Matt says I should mention John’s gig with the young meteors. So I have. It’s at Robbins Well, and for a good cause, so go along.
Well that took slightly longer than expected. I think I just enjoyed being on the little TV too much. John wants a video of me playing drums so he can play with himself in front of it. Not too sure how happy I am about that… Well despite fears that the live booth was in fact some kind of room of death (I was especially worried by Tom’s keenness to install the ‘ventilation’ system) I can now put my feet up and laugh at everybody else.