It's nice to be spending time at home. Though not particularly communicative, but just being here feels a whole lot safer and warmer.
Guess it's just one of those things that you wish sometimes it wouldn't bug you, but fact is, it does, and there's always a means to escape all that at home.
Hermits lived ripe and old. Cos we never know when they died. :wink:
I'm so sorry there aren't any pictures for this recount. Will try to put up something as soon as I can. [LINE] The session ended at 6am on Saturday morning. That's as much as I can remember. Eric was puffy-eyed, and Kevin looked completely drained.
Not that I'm complaining, but it's just interesting how much concentration can shift in a split seconds.
Anyways, they were recording tracks, stripped down versions of their favourite songs for the upcoming EP for mizeryFree. Joshua engineered for them on Can't Let Go. Okay, I like the song, but it's just mushy.
Groupies were there, but I ain't gonna gossip about that. It was nice though, to chat with Jiehui at a personal level. We're at the same maturity level, so things said were very much intellectual. I appreciate that dude.
Angel was helping out with Joshua most of the night. I think the session drained everyone out real quick. Time spent was irregularly long, but then again, the results were amicable, and also subjective.
SO, there I was, playing Pinball on the computer, got out, had a listen to the 6-hour product, gave my 2 cents, and then there was a suggestion to continue, at 2 am in the morning.
I was game, but terribly doubtful of the results. Put it this way, my longest session was 12 hours, I could take it, but the results were always nearly the same, re-record thereafter cos the results were just so, so-so.
Well, one take after, I know Kevin wants to call it quits. Joshua's eyes were already half-close, and I knew the rest must be tired. 3am in the morning in front of a console, the mic, or just listening to what's being played, who wouldn't?
I looked through the window, and Eric was like having this "okay, um...I'll like to do that again, but..." look. Kevin was completely silent. And I could almost feel his despair at the other end of the booth though I couldn't see.
My suggestion was: we'll try once more, else we call it a day. I promptly asked Eric if he was up to it, and he said yeah. A short conversation ensued, and I'll trancate it here. He was in the wrong frame of mind for the song.
That sort of stumped me. For the first time, I was at a loss as to how I could help the situation.
I pressed the talkback and spoke in serious chunks. Inside me was a complete storm. In itself, Broken Wings was a beautiful song. To pull it through, it had to be more than just being technically right.
I said the one and only thing I wanted to say to him. I'm not puttin it down here. Sorry.
So we started. A good half a minute passed and everyone in the room felt the anticipation grew. Eric was staring at the keyboard with his hands on his knees. I knew he was recalling.
Then he started.
Kevin sang.
And I knew we got it. [LINE] I was really frightened throughout. What if the computer crashed and I missed the entire moment?
I turned to look at Eric mid-way, and I thought I was a stream of glitter down his left cheek. The experience grew into a moment.
At the end of the song, I saw him drying his tears. I saw a torn gentleman. And I believe Kevin was as such for I couldn't see him. Silence followed and I finally spoke over the headphones, "It's okay now Eric, you can dry those tears now." That didn't comfort him, I think he cried some more.
I played back the recording and both gentlemen sat back facing all of us below the window in the booth.
The following comments from those in the control room were a bit varied, but I knew it was all that the 2 wanted - an honest presentation of a moment.
What Eric told us later about the whole ordeal was that he recalled how the band started, how the song was created, and most importantly, how he remembered all of us.
I appreciate that very much. [LINE] So the story goes, it was probably my first time experiencing somthing so intangible. Of all my previous work with "stars", these living moments were almost non-existant.
We have been to places, we have made things. We have gotten over faces, and have walked a few more paces.
The craziest thing to have is a dream.
As I write I revisited myself. Where do all the motivation and strength to carry on come from? I feel so weighted, yet so weightless against many decisions.
I know I've been writing a whole lot less, even pictures have disappeared. I think I should stop thinking about what I have. :wink:
Let's see, MizeryFree is still under Nightsound's wings, we've taken in Mistaken Identity, Home is almost complete, "I" is gonna be back online, "Wild Night" is near to finish, everything's so exciting!
I'm pushing ahead with the bands' recordings, including Nightsound's own. Strangely, the aura is all so good. It's probably the first record we've done after so long, engulfed in complete creativity and glee. Whether or not it hits anywhere somehow don't quite count anymore. What's important would be the process, still.
Angel's been trying really hard to help set up Home, and I think till the point she's frustrated she can't help much. Kevin and Eric have been really sweet as well, offering their "SK" expertise. Guys, it's really okay, appreciate all the efforts, just stop smoking house cigarettes. And K, you promised to replenish. Where's the stock?
Wayne+Joshua+myself are practically living primates with a striking resemblence to Pandas. Okay, we really need to stop working on U.S. time, we gotta get back to local time.
It's been a humbling experience for the past couple of weeks.
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So here's the news. Finally. :wink:
So. It's June. Prunes, on dunes. Soon. In the afternoon.
I've written many verses on just about every other months except June. It's a giant vortex of brain-drain. Somehow, I get really busy in June. Ain't that like holidays everywhere else? Travellers' dollars. [LINE] Sleeping in me unaware Of what I cannot, anywhere Point a finger, pull your hair Life's the biggest secret [LINE] I really don't know how to blog anymore. Maybe till I settle a little more. :wink:
It's nice to be spending time at home. Though not particularly communicative, but just being here feels a whole lot safer and warmer.