Pumpkin Pie

I will argue here that it is still Halloween even though it's technically the next morning. Whenever I get home and it's really fucking late, I just consider it the end of the night of whatever day i started working on rather than the beginning of the day I'm actually in. This day ( the next day, or the current day) won't officially start until I've gone to sleep and then woken back up again.
the spirits of all my dead ancestors watched from the corners of the room as I poured half a bottle of raw honey down my throat and tried to coax it back out onto tape for the lead vocal track of "ask the dust". around 9:00pm I believe the ghosts lost all hope and began rattling the pipes disguised as a hot water heater. quitters; fuck 'em. so it took me a total of four hours to do one vocal track, who cares? it's my party and I'll sing if I want to.
I'm happy so far with the results, so that's the important thing. although I gotta admit, I really don't want to spend this long singing the rest of the songs for the record. I don't want to use any of that pitch correction stuff like cher does though, so i'm gonna really try and get it as close to good as possible this time around. since I like the majority of the words this time out, might as well try and make the delivery of them not make me want to turn off my radio every time I hear a particular tune.
around midnight I started putting down a lap steel part on the same song. toby and I were looking for something creepier sounding in certain parts of the verses and his bowed bass wasn't the timbre we wanted on this tune, so I think this slide stuff might actually work. it really flushes out the verses and the chorus and especially the outro nicely. I know what you're thinking captain, but don't worry; it'll be a subtle addition to the rest of the intstruments that serve only to prop up your hi hats and tambourine!
speaking of raw honey, my folks knew these dudes when I was real young who somehow qualified for government assistance, so one time they gave us a whole bottle of this G.I. honey they got. man it was fucking tastey! it had big giant clumps in it like it had just been puked out of a worker bee's belly. uncle sam may not have his finger on the pulse of the nation all the time, but his honey and his blocks of cheddar cheese are alright by me.
oh yeah, I sang through a shure sm7 into a UA 6176 with a little bit of compression into the adl compressor/limiter straight to tape. very little eq.
the guitar went through a hafler hellrazor preamp into a marshall power amp through an orange 4 x 12 cabinet miced with a shure ksm 44 into figure 8 mode, ran through a vintech 1272 into one side of the fatso compressor then to tape. fascinating.

night night.

-Mike 2:45 am