On Friday morning I disappeared deep into the winter Maine woods. The black cast iron woodstove was cranking out warm dry heat when I arrived at 10. The band members had been there a day earlier, setting up the makeshift studio. A studio we would not leave from for three days.
The computer program and motu were running properly. The song list was laid out, all the practicing, practiced. The goal was simple. Lay down clean tracks for eight songs.
Once I was settled in and gone through an orientation period with the recording program we were ready to go. But first, WHISKEY SHOTS! rock-n-roll, right?
So began my three days in a dark room, listening to music with headphones as sound engineer of North Bridge.