I spent a few days in Sequoia recording songs. I brought my laptop, guitars, mic stands, and mics with me and set up shop. I have a friend who owns a cabin up there. The cabin is in the middle of nowhere away from people and lights. It's real quiet, but for the birds. There were beautiful trees at every turn. They were barren from autumn, and their sparseness gave the place an eerie feeling.
I'd wake up early in the morning and start in on the work. There was nobody around, so I didn't have to worry about making too much noise. I'd work all day and go to bed early. There wasn't a television or wi-fi, so I read 1Q84 by Murakami to entertain myself and passed out by nine-thirty. I'd wake up at six or so in the morning and start the routine all over again.
I had planned to finish eight or nine songs while I was there, but I only finished the rough tracks to three. It always takes longer than expected, finding the right sound, and playing the song with out making any mistakes. I don't like to cut and paste tracks if I can avoid it. It took me half a day to figure out I was playing a song at the wrong tempo. I was having trouble playing the song in time, and couldn't figure out why. It was one beat per second too slow. That one beat made all the difference in the world. It's the natural rhythm of things. Don't butt heads with the natural rhythm of things. It makes life one beat per second harder than it needs to be.
