I’ve often heard that the key to success in the arts is to self-produce. Don’t wait around for someone to discover your talent and back you financially, just get to work and get your stuff out there using whatever means you have. Then, when opportunity does come knocking, you will be ready for it. With this in mind, I decided to record some of the songs I’d written. They were decent songs – I believed in them, but I wasn’t sure their full potential was shining through when I played them on acoustic guitar every Monday night at Playoff’s Sportsbar. Taking them into the recording studio, where I could record drums, bass, vocals, and multiple guitar parts on separate tracks (with as many tries to get it right as I needed) would allow people to hear them the way I heard them in my head. Maybe someone would take notice of my songwriting prowess and… pay me to write more? I didn’t really have a clear idea of what I would do with the recordings, and lord knows I was asked multiple times throughout the process “You’re spending how much? And what is it going to get you in return?” (Chronology alert: I started while I was still living in Aiken). Mainly, I was recording for recordings sake. Painters paint and songwriters record. I guess broke songwriters don’t record, and I came very close to becoming one as a result of my project, but that’s neither here nor there.
South Carolina isn’t exactly a recording mecca, but I had a few options as far as professional studios I could use. Luckily, I knew a guy. In my early teens, I took guitar lessons from a local guy named Shawn who could play lightning fast, Steve Vai style shred guitar. He taught out of his house, where he had a makeshift recording studio set up in a spare room. I never quite attained Steve Vai status, but my music knowledge and guitar technique improved, and I made a lifelong connection with a talented, knowledgeable guy – a real pillar of the local music scene. Years later, through the magic of social media, I saw that he’d built a new house in a remote subdivision with a basement studio constructed to his specifications. The space was designed specifically to be a music studio, from the wiring to the floorplan, and no expense was spared on equipment. Based on the impressive photographs and my past experience with Shawn, I decided it was the ideal place to record some songs, so I called him up and booked some time.
I picked five songs to record, which is a pretty standard length for an EP. It wasn’t hard to settle on which five to record because my entire catalog at the time only consisted of about seven, and I had clear favorites. The entire process of recording them took roughly seven months, consisting of five sessions, spaced out by a month or so in-between. In the first session, I played acoustic guitar over a metronome click track, capturing the basic framework of each song. Then, Shawn recorded me singing the lead vocal part to each track. These vocals served as a guide during the next session, when my friend Blake came in to record the drums (I know my limitations). Once drums were recorded, I did a session for bass, a session for electric guitar, and a session for vocals. Recording is a bit like building a house. First, you have to lay down a foundation, which you then build upon floor by floor. At the end, you put up a nice, clean façade when you mix it and master it.
I learned so much while recording, but man, it was a grueling process. You pay by the hour for studio time, so there is a real pressure when you’re playing a guitar part or laying down a vocal track to do it right in one or two tries. I found myself concentrating on a level that I had never attained before. I also found that I was forced to confront my music in ways I never had before: connected to wires for long periods of time, standing alone in a vocal booth and shouting into silence while a guy in charge gave me directions through headphones. After playing or singing my parts to the best of my abilities (and sometimes having to settle for something I wasn’t one hundred percent satisfied with), I would sit around for up to an hour while Shawn tweaked the sound waves I had just created. This usually involved listening to clips of me singing or playing, over and over again. This is a very naked feeling and it really makes one reckon with the reality of what they sound like, for better or worse. It’s a bit like the scene in A Clockwork Orange where the guy is strapped to the chair with a mechanism holding his eyes open and is forced to watch things he doesn’t want to.
The main thing I took away from recording was an appreciation for creating something that was entirely up to me. If I didn’t take the tracks home, scrutinize them, write new parts to add, and then get on the phone to set up a date to add them, no one was going to do it for me. At the end, the reward was the satisfaction of having seen it through from start to finish. Of course, I wanted to share it with people. The next step was to determine how to go about doing that.