DAY ONE IN THE STUDIO

Here begins the adventure of the blog.

Good morning dearest cyberworld.

Here to begins the adventure of making a record.

It was Goddamn cold this morning when Mr. Ray and myself drove in his motor vehicle piled with keyboards, percussive items and a large drum kit to the quiet and quaint suburb of Roselle. For those who are unaware of it’s location you can find it after a lovely drive along the Glebe Island Bridge and a little bit past Balmain. And then around the corner from there.  

There are many cakes and elderly people and others pushing strollers, and then the select freaks such as ourselves that frequent these parts to produce organized chaos in nice cozy homesteads. 

So on this particular winters morn, I sleepy eyed from awaking early, which is quite often rare (as 3am seems to be a great time for my brain to explode with all sorts of colorful ideas) Mr. Ray (who’s brain could explode with all sorts of colorful ideas at 3am and he would still manage to make a masterpiece out of the mess and meet you at your abode at 6am… Eyes covered by big, black shades but nonetheless as awake as a newborn kid) pulled up next to a little white weatherboard cottage, next to a lake, which will be home to all sorts of musical ideas over the next few weeks, or months? Not sure as yet… 

Two Jack Russels welcomed us with small limbs that clambered all over everywhere, as well as Gene and Ian, who we will be recording with. Gene lives in the home studio and is the first human I’ve met in the entirety of my somewhat short life who has perfected the art of wearing two pairs of pants. Yes ladies and gentlemen two pairs of pants! One long and one short. Ian on the other hand only wears one per of pants per day, and this seems to suit him just fine. After introductions and chocolate éclairs for Raymond we begin the day, laying down around six songs, which we have decided to record live.  

We set up in a tiny wooden, carpeted room in the backyard, which, thanks to modern technology is connected to the lounge-room where the omniscient voice of Mr. Ian looms over us and within us through headphones and invisible clouds.  

I think we will spend quite some time in the little carpeted room. 

So there we are.

A short account of the first day of a long project. 

Bidding you adieu from Dibbsy J