This Machine Still Kills Fascists

the studio diaries part one...

I should have started this already...

Last weekend we finished basic tracking for our lengthly 23 song project that will be 2 unique albums from The Second-Hand Opera.

Now hold on to your hats folks, I won't have my social life returned to me quite just yet. We have a lot of mixing, over dubbing, and mastering to do before that happens. What the hell does the sun look like anyway, does anyone know?

Let me paint you a picture my friends...

There is an old yellow house with bullet holes in the windows on the corner. All the way at the top of the stairs sit several guitar cases stacked on the right. A computer monitor rests next to a pillar of white bricks, hooked up to several cables and electronic boxes. This attic is our control room.

Follow the copper snake on the floor. Go down two flights of stairs and into the belly of the basement. This is where several drum kits, organs, keyboards, guitars, basses, banjos, and a cavalcade of other stringed and non-stringed instruments have lived for several weeks.

In the center of the this room: a gigantic boiler. It provides us heat and obstructed views. Each musician in the band is positioned around this boiler. This is our play room. This is our studio. We have converted this quiet old house into a sonic monster.

We've been recording these albums like Neil Young would. We all sit in the room. We play, and whatever take has the most emotion, we keep. Our over dubs will be minimal (auxiliary percussion, vocals, and strings) everything else is played live .

Eventually I'll share stories on a song by song basis, but for this entry, I wanted to describe the hole I've been crawling into for the past few months.

Thanks for reading!