Bring May Flowers. I always interpreted that trite homily as meaning you have to wade through the crap, the unpleasant, the drab, to get to the good stuff and that phrase could quite easily apply to the process of gathering the elements of a vinyl record release. Today’s unpleasant task was critiquing the masters of every session we’ve recorded in preparation for sending them to the laquer cutter. I am so far out of my expertise that I might as well be on the moon. Add to that the stress of making sure everyone is happy with their individual representation on the record and I’m feeling in over my head. When there are so many variables, the process grinds to a halt. This is how projects die. This is how projects turn into should-have-beens and Might-Have-Beens and worst of all, just empty talk.
” Yeah, I was in a band, we didn’t really go anywhere, we got some sessions around somewhere. I wonder what ever happened to those things.”
