Recording Diary
Prologue:
I took the week before recording to do some vacationing with my family and a bunch of friends up in Vermont.
It started with this:
But ended with this:
And this:
So much fun. Everyone in the accident was ok, except for the sick fuck who was driving an 18 wheeler in the left lane on the Cross-Bronx Expressway and caused the 5 car pile up, then fled the scene. He’s gonna be an asshole for life.
We got back into town late Saturday night, had some Chinese food and a Pacifico and went to bed.
Day 1:
The day started with a little stop off at Jack’s favorite breaky spot, Black N’ Brew. Said hi to our girl Phe. Jacky jack and I got caught up on our week apart driving up Columbus Blvd. Josh and Wawa met me out front of the Rocket Cat to drop off my guitar and ukulele (and Simon’s sleeping bag) after driving all night. They had to help us get our stuff home since our car met its’ demise. Thank you guys so much.
So good to see Brian and discuss nutrition. Amy was fixing the faders on the board all day…when I was here last summer she was recapping something, whatever that means. Always working.
We laid down acoustic tracks for Sorry My Dear, Virgin Mouth, Builders, Burn Like I Burn, Remember to Breathe, and I Never Knew. Turns out I knew some songs better than others.
Obama talk. Cabinet position for Gore? C’mon, right?
Decided to do some vocals with the time we had left. Started with Remember to Breathe and decided to embrace my choirboy roots. Such a weird song….Onto Sorry My Dear. How I love that sad, sad song. And called it a night. Doing vocals again tomorrow, and some piano parts.
‘night.
Day 2:
I was all by my lonesome today (except for Brian and Amy, of course). We did vocals for all of the remaining songs…pretty tired. We also started with piano stuff today, after we got a visit from this guy:
His name was Murray. Check the CRAZY tuner he uses on top. Some serious Star Wars lookin’ like shit.
Here’s some other pics from the day:
That’s a Crowley and Tripp Vocalist for all you geeks out there, but then, you knew that already…
The most expensive cotton ball holder ever made.
Matchless.
That’s all for today,
mk
Day 3:
Today was Eliza day!
“What did you Mother Fucker!?!”
I said “It’s Eliza Day, Jack. Chill out, your day is tomorrow.”
“Oh, O.K.”
“We cool?” “Yeah, we’re cool. See you tomorrow.”
Seriously folks, today was ELIZA DAY. She’s been doing this:
And this:
for like, 10 hours now. Killin’ it. I can’t wait for you guys to hears this stuff.
Tomorrow, New Jack City.
Day 4:
This guy.
Today was his birthday.
And he is a star…even if he does need to finish his parts tomorrow. There’s blood on the control room floor. that’s all I’m gonna say.
Day 5:
Today I absolutely fell in love. I’ve like things that I’ve made before, but I’ve never actually fallen for them before. We finished all the tracking today (which included more guitar from Jack, and four part background vocals by myself. I felt like I was in the Temptations, and was seriously bummed I left my suit at homed), and as I type, Brian is running through the first mix of Builders. Everything is just working so well, its kind of scary.
I realized that there are no pictures of me on these diary posts and here’s why:
Who knew that making a record could make one eye larger than the other. I feel fifty times crazier than I look right now. This is what I look like when falling in love, by the way. Oh, and I was puking all morning (also a classic Kiley side effect).
I love that Jack said he was going to use only two guitars on the record.
There are two missing from this photo. He also said he would use only one amp.
Lies! Sweet little lies.
Stay tuned for notes form the mixing board all weekend.
Fuck the Mets.
I’m out.
Day 6:
Well, I’m not gonna sugar coat it. Today was a bit rough. Today everythign took longer than expected. But that’s O. K. It was filled with stories, some funny, some tragic. And we had some visitors.
That’s Ione Lee Saunders. Breakin’ hearts.
And that is my old pal Jaime. Look how blown his mind is. Hopefully tomorrow will mean more stories, more drop ins and more mixes.
-mk
Day 7:
I don’t remember day 7.
Day 8:
Today was crazy. I can’t believe that only a week ago this record didn’t exist. Mixing is such a weird time warp, and really lends itself to distraction and conversation. A quick rundown of all the shit that Brian, Jack and I blew through today goes as follows: Polygamy, ghosts, songs as weapons, talking in your sleep, douches, Lilys, tipping, the value of Sunday, death, Faith No More, gear sluts, baseball, Obama (landslide), Fleetwood Mac (landslide), Japan, and Enterprise rental car.
Next step, mastering.
For now we are 
Time to go home and re
sanity.
We’ll be in touch.
All our love,
tm&tm
