Awoke to clarity at 5.30 a.m. The deluge of last night had cleared to the faintest spitting, the skies washed, the air clear of taint. The mic was still on from last night, warm tubes ready for dawn vocals and fragile picking.
By 6 a.m. I’d recorded ‘The Right Guy’, my tenor voice at its deepest and most intimate, straight from slumber.
This was intended as a private demo to send to Kerry, Kevin and Dave Navarro, but… there’s magic in it. I guess this is the one. I guess I can’t conjure up that level of yearning and actual tears at will, better just go with the home demo.
God provided the Great Deluge last night for our audio pleasure! Topanga was rained on Bible-style, which was perfect for developing ‘The Right Guy.’
The rain turned the main street into an actual river, parked cars and mobile cars alike floating down it like paper. Lightning took out a great old oak tree at the bottom of my street, nullifying any last chance of escape from this mountain retreat. Power was out. Phone lines were cut. Cell phone had zero bars. No computer, no light bulbs, no oven.
Oh such joy! Oh the peace!
And so I lit a log fire in the wood-burning stove, set a Dutch oven of organic chicken stew upon its top to slowly bubble, arranged candelabras around for light, and set about finishing the song.
Then I slept, rain pattering on the skylights.
First demos of two new songs:
1. The Orchard
2. The Right Guy
Not the easiest day at Coldwater. Still tender after a funeral of a friend, tracking suicide songs. Lord help me, what have I started?!
I played the LA Weekly’s Top Show of the Week last week, which was David J’s show at the Echo with Adrian H and the Wounds and Ming Vauze’s new band Sleep Mask. Check out Lina Lecaro‘s review here, which includes her photo (above), but sadly makes no mention of my premier tap dancing performance that happened simultaneously as an addition to my violining… Ta-Dah!
The following day I was in the studio with Ballerina Black, a new band freshly signed to Universal who create beauty in the wider traditions of The Cure meets Smashing Pumpkins meets Joy Division. I basically poured all of my emotional rollercoaster of the last few weeks into the strings we recorded that day. We were all super-moved, and we’re excited for you guys to hear it sometime in the future. I’ll ping you when it’s ready for release, meanwhile thanks go out to Lauren Rothman for suggesting they bring me in.
Tuesday I was back at William Shatner‘s house, long story there, I’ll save it for now.
Wednesday was launch night for the Early Winters, my pal Carina Round‘s new band with Justin Rutedge, Dan Burns and Zac Rae. I had high expectations due to Carina’s wonderful solo work, but really, I was blown away. The recordings are fabulous, but the chemistry and magic of their live show really took me aback.
And then came Thursday, a very special day spent at Kerry Brown’s studio wonderland recording David J’s bass for my own new record. With Kevin Dippold engineering the session, DJ laid down supergoth velvety black basslines on his fretless bass, and my sweet folksy songs were sprinkled with glistening gems. Super exciting to watch these songs developing over time, layer by layer, their timbre shifting as each instrument adds its own expression to the mix.
Strings this week… let’s see how they push the paradigm.
Back at Coldwater. Another soul arrives to compliment the songs.
David J has come with his fretless bass and his warm heart.