What We Were Doing While You Were Working
(editor’s note: this post was lifted from the Kickstarter Update page. I apologize for this instance of non-proprietary content, but it’s a bit busy around the SBBC offices at the moment and I just haven’t had time to write. This sort of thing will not happen in the future. If it does, I will fire myself.)
Hello All,
It is 5 o’clock PM on Tuesday February 23rd. Roughly 24 hours ago we finished breaking down the Saloodio and moving everything back to its right place. Which was no easy task. Over the course of five days we pretty much made the saloon our home. And like anytime one has to move, there is a lot of “did I grab the…” and “where did I put the…” Though instead of “spoons” or “Yadro figurines,” it was “glockenspiel” and “100 year old cornet.”
I was going to break down the recording experience day by day, but truth be told we kind of lost track of the time. So here is a stream of consciousness version of what happened:
- Mr. Boom and Mr. Sings arrive to the studio and enjoy the absolute silence that occurs out in those parts. As they are commenting on the quiet, an extremely loud “MOO” carries across the valley we are in.
- Cap’n Shap (engineer/ninja) plays the theme for Taxi on a 150 year old pump organ… and it surprisingly sounds good.
- A veggie dog and Boca burger BBQ leads to extreme (and unexpected) lethargy. Though our heart rate is increased when we learn that we are sharing a space with bat who likes to swoop out of the rafters while we are playing “Choir of Knives.”
- Rats use Mr. Sings amps as a place to relieve themselves. It was uncalled for and rude, but ultimately forgiven.
- 12 people came down to sing and clap and share food with us. This was by far the highlight of an already spectacular couple of days.
- Mr. Sings and Mr. Thud constantly complain of being cold and dirty while Mr. Boom and Mr. Screams look at each other and scoff, “fucking city kids.”
- After five years, female voices are finally heard on a SBBC record. And the beauty of their harmonies make us sound like a bunch of grunting cavemen.
- Lentil Stew!
-Somewhere within the five days we realized that we are absolutely, without a doubt, not a folk band any more. Folk bands don’t have 8 minute songs that end in bone crushing distortion.
We could go on and on, but it’s probably only interesting to us. What might be interesting to you though is a sneak peak at the song “We Build Ghost Towns from the Ground Up.” What you find here is merely a clip of a rough mix (give us a break, we just stopped recording yesterday). But it will give you a sense of what the album will sound like (kind of).
Enjoy!
The SBBC
