DAY TWO IN THE STUDIO

Back to the cozy house by the river for more melody making. The little house by the river with the green backyard and the Bonsai farm and the barking dogs is a lovely change from the inner city streets.

I’m currently livin in a slant room. Where the walls are like a sea shanty and the roof is bent like an old rusted horseshoe. Where there are old piano keys at my feet, and paint on the carpet and ridiculous dresses showering the walls and fairy lights and tapestries and general disorganization…but I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Mr. Ian on the other hand is very organized today, and we head back into the back room in the rain to finish laying down the rest of the tracks. 

Mr. Tristan is coming in today to lay down some guitar on a song called Cowboys, which was inspired by George W Bush, the CBD district and old westerns films.  

Zachie who is possibly the coolest kid on the block and son of Mr. Ray will also be hangin out today and playing drums and being crazy and just being my favorite kid around town eating vegemite sandwiches and making me want to climb trees, drink poppers and eat out of lunchboxes all over again. 

Piano Bash, Drum Smash we play and play and stop and start and get all the notes inside the computer and then as the sun sets and the rain belts down in plastic buckets… Tristan arrives. Wheeling in his Fender, guitar in one hand bottle of rum in the other and big magic grin plastered on his face. 

So just imagine. I would ask you to close your eyes but then it would be impossible to read so don’t do that. But maybe squint or something. There is my piano an dirty rotten synth in one corner and Rays rather large drum-kit in the other corner and the oh so grand Mr. Tristan Loomes huddled in the other corner and were all tangled up in leads and cords and god knows god damn what having a jolly good time.

Zachie is banging on the doors and entering to smash the drums and then exiting due to the high decibels of sound and then coming back in because its far more exciting inside the sound-cave. 

And then Tristan enters into a new music sphere alone in that little carpeted room, laying down guitar overdubs and quickly making his way through the rum. He weaves webs of golden sugarcane magic and quickly takes the song to a new level. 

All the tracks have now been recorded instrumentally.

It has been a great day.