Okay, it was a rough week, but we suffered through like troopers and made it to the other side and now The Goodness has returned. Your annointed Leisurelies spent Sunday in the studio setting up and making it home, which is what any Decent Album is about. "This Is The New America" was recorded in seven or eight different basements and bathrooms around the Mid-Atlantic. This one is going to be recorded almost entirely in Smelly Hell and maybe a few tracks from level P-4 of our preferred underground parking garage in downtown Bethesda.
I can tell you - just from the set up - that this is going to be a clean and full-on tweaked album. Bent for leather. I feel it already. How do I know this?
Two words: black light.
Ty brought the black light over, we taped up all the windows and brushed our teeth and let it rip. In every way that TITNA was an organic, grown-out-of-the-dirt, recorded by candlelight album, this one is going to be a completely artificial, outer-space affair. Ty in white gloves. Me in neon face paint. Drawing straight from The Source. Tapped directly into the Mother Vein.
We worked like queens to get the Appropriate Sound and let me tell you my guitars were humming nicely. A warm, extra-galactic buzz out of the ol'wooden boxes. Ty still has issues with my sense of rhythm (which I contend is entirely subjective) but it's good to keep him on his toes. Anyone can lay down a steady beat. Only the best can discern what circadian, sinal rhythms I'm playing along to.
So the blood is flowing, we're stocked up on Lost Dog herbal teas, my weight is going back up again (I'm still 15 pounds under my optimal fattyness of 195), the black light is on, and Kitty is glowing.
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