Re-cording. Day One.
Posted: Sat Feb 25, 2006 11:37 pm
What a fucking great day in the Buttafu-studio!! I rolled out of bed around 2 or so and made some Hamburger Helper, then started rolling up mic cables in the band room. I quickly got distracted and looked at porn on the internet while eating the formerly mentioned HH. Roscoe showed up with the rented microphones and I reluctantly turned off the porn and got to work. Today was the day for Drum Recording, since our beloved Shannon the Cannon is leaving for a month on Tuesday. We almost had all the correct cords, cables, connectors, stands and shit. Russ went to grab another mic cable, and later I went to grab Sickie Jr. from the bus station. He had a bag from 7-11 in his hand when I got him, so I knew there might be trouble. When I got back to the Buttafu-pad, there were like 23 people here. So we got down to the business of rawk. So: Sickie Jr., 4G, Clark Chaos, Rednuts, Russ, The Cannon, and my dumb ass all piled into the band room to get it on.
For gear homos, here's the set up. After a run to Guitar Center for a couple of new mic cables, of course:
1 Shure Beta 52 for the kick
2 Shure Condenser mics for ride and overhead, phantom power through a Behringer board
5 audix mics for snare, hats, toms
into-
4G's Roland VS-1880, which he was kind enough to lend.
Also, we had my Spector 6 string into the Boss GT-6B, and
Clark's classy Epiphone SG into my Johnson J-Station, and
Russ's rompy Yamaho into his Zoom thing
all going into my Roland VS-880, for scratch tracks n' shit.
Also, Coors was flowing. As was the box of Chardonnay (with a splash of OJ- the juice, not the psycho killer).
First song attempt was 'Tounge-Tied and Twisted', formerly known as 'Lips to Hips', just like the Electric Boys. After 4 attempts, and some 'issues' (mostly floor tom ring, and effects loop related) we got a take that kicked some fucking ass. After the initial dialing in of shit, everything was cakey. We got done 7 tunes for an upcoming release:
Tounge-tied and Twisted
The Wicked
Bleeding
As Close to Death
Subtracting the Negative
Untitled 1 (song we wrote with Rob from the Exploited)
Untitled 2 (new mean-ass shit)
Shortly after finishing, and all the high-fives and hand-jobs, the bottom head of Shannon's snare broke. Perfect. It's the fucking Braindead, folks. Once finished, Shannon and I tore down his drum kit (since he's gonna be in the south for a bit) and I forced everyone (oh yeah, Richie showed up, too) to watch some Buttafuko from our gig at the Fenix a couple of weeks ago. Then Sickie Jr. put in some old school Mentors videos. And now I'm typing this shit. Next I will look at some porn. Stay tuned for my next Studio Diarrhhea. I encourage this thread to be stickied. And I encourage other band-mates to write shit up also.
For gear homos, here's the set up. After a run to Guitar Center for a couple of new mic cables, of course:
1 Shure Beta 52 for the kick
2 Shure Condenser mics for ride and overhead, phantom power through a Behringer board
5 audix mics for snare, hats, toms
into-
4G's Roland VS-1880, which he was kind enough to lend.
Also, we had my Spector 6 string into the Boss GT-6B, and
Clark's classy Epiphone SG into my Johnson J-Station, and
Russ's rompy Yamaho into his Zoom thing
all going into my Roland VS-880, for scratch tracks n' shit.
Also, Coors was flowing. As was the box of Chardonnay (with a splash of OJ- the juice, not the psycho killer).
First song attempt was 'Tounge-Tied and Twisted', formerly known as 'Lips to Hips', just like the Electric Boys. After 4 attempts, and some 'issues' (mostly floor tom ring, and effects loop related) we got a take that kicked some fucking ass. After the initial dialing in of shit, everything was cakey. We got done 7 tunes for an upcoming release:
Tounge-tied and Twisted
The Wicked
Bleeding
As Close to Death
Subtracting the Negative
Untitled 1 (song we wrote with Rob from the Exploited)
Untitled 2 (new mean-ass shit)
Shortly after finishing, and all the high-fives and hand-jobs, the bottom head of Shannon's snare broke. Perfect. It's the fucking Braindead, folks. Once finished, Shannon and I tore down his drum kit (since he's gonna be in the south for a bit) and I forced everyone (oh yeah, Richie showed up, too) to watch some Buttafuko from our gig at the Fenix a couple of weeks ago. Then Sickie Jr. put in some old school Mentors videos. And now I'm typing this shit. Next I will look at some porn. Stay tuned for my next Studio Diarrhhea. I encourage this thread to be stickied. And I encourage other band-mates to write shit up also.