Well, I wasn't out fishing on a pirate boat or instigating ridiculous fights like some people.
Couple weeks ago I posted about the *recording session* my friend Alex and I did. This week I took the sound engineer and his equipment to Montreal so the back-up singers could, um, I think the phrase is "lay down their tracks". I also did a couple more songs. Some of this may be available soon! Tho we have at least one more session to do.
Anyway, as those who follow my blog obsessively (anyone??) remember, the recording we did locally was in the sound engineer's closet.
Alex doesn't have a closet big enough for the back-up singers, so he built a temporary sound studio in his dining-room, from a scaffolding, and draped it with carpet and taped those big plastic floor tiles onto it. Voila!
Only two of the back-up singers were available - we'll have to splice in the third one later. Here they are with Alex, rehearsing. Our official photog is in the background (hey, where are the pix?)
Recording
Listening to the playback
You will note that tho we are no longer in the closet, there still are some hanging clothing on the scene.
The Quebec student demonstrators were scheduled to come down the street banging their pots and pans. We tried to pick up some of the sound as back-up for my Pan song, but, alas, they were too far away. Alex has his back-up singers, but I could have claimed the entire student demonstration for mine!
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So, how are you going to release it? Bated breath, here.
And I love the sound engineer's hair...
Nana - might have preliminary tracks available in a week or two. Entire project will take time and depend on engineer's schedule.
What kind of music do you sing? In two days I will be three quarters of a century old, and I have just begun taking voice lessons--maybe I'll come join you someday:)
Do we get to hear this music
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Romantic - soon, very soon.
Yeah. Post that music soon. We want to hear it too woman!!
O man! My man!
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady!
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod,
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain — come over the sea,
(Io Pan! Io Pan!)
Devil or god, to me, to me,
My man! my man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill
Over the hill!
Come with drums low muttering
From the spring!
Come with flute and come with pipe!
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body, weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion and sharp as an asp —
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,
All-devourer, all-begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan,
I am a man:
Do as thou wilt, as a great god can,
O Pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake
In the grip of the snake.
The eagle slashes with beak and claw;
The gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn.
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man,
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am god,
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the rocks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And I rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, Maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!"
Julie - or 'music' 'music' 'music'.
Joan - It's fun!
Mission - it was a great weekend.
Greenheron - The protests continue. Perhaps we can pick up some sounds on a regular computer recording and our sound guy can do something with it. We WERE getting a little silly there. One of my songs was a chant about 'the Earth giving birth', and some of the women were going to do the breathing thing as an intro and a loud scream at the end...
Gerald - it's a wonderful development, whereby anyone can make a CD (or publish a book). And the digital camera has made photography available to everyone.
Boanerges - yup, planning to.
Zanelle - yup!
Jack - I've seen people doing impassioned renditions of Crowley's poem. I wonder how it would sound with kitchen-pan accompaniment... PAN PAN IO PAN (clang clang...)