HOME, HOME AGAINI can see the landing lights.
I believe that within the next week or so we'll have the Strikes Again! demo done. We've got final mixes of 2 out of the 5 songs ("The Human Cannonball" and "Can't Stop Now") and will be tweaking the remaining 3 songs this week.
Thursday night looks like a "Hell Disaster". This one's about how we're in the middle of a Hell Disaster, and it's soft and sweet (if your definition of soft and sweet is loud and nasty).
The remaining two songs - "Ripped Open" and "Cure All" - will have some minor adjustments made by me, sans the band. When a song is really close to being finished, it's often quicker (and more effective) for me just to bring her in alone. I don't know why, but I think it has to do with being able to concentrate solely on the sound, which is hard to do when you're also trying to figure out what the people around you are thinking. Maybe it's also 'cause I can dilly dally around without feeling like I'm wasting someone's money.
I've never been very good at wrapping up projects. When the end is in sight I feel like I'm in one of those dreams where I'm running but not moving... it always seems like there's one more thing I need to do to finish up. Committing to a final mix is never easy, especially when you really like the music you're working on and want to present it the best way possible.
I've tried to explain my views on mixing to various friends and colleagues...
- A mix is not the most important part of a production. The song and the performance are.
- A bad mix can ruin a good song and a good performance.Damn!
- One mix is as good as any other; it's all subjective.
- A bad mix can ruin a good song and a good performance.Drat!
- There is no such thing as a perfect mix, only a perfect mix session.
- A bad mix can ruin a good song and a good performance.Fiddlesticks!
When I'm alone with a mix, when I can actually crawl inside of it and let the sound and the experience wash over me, it's heavenly. When it first starts to work it's transcendent.
Then you listen to it the next day and think "eh... I'm not sure." It'll make you want to hang up your headphones and unplug your monitors forever. Back to the top. Pull the thread, let the sweater unravel, and try again.
There comes a time, for every song, when I admit to myself that I really don't know what I'm doing. I'm bluffing my way through this thing and someone's gonna catch on. "Wait a second, weren't you a bio major?"
But not this time.