Wednesday, March 4, 2009

studio times, good times

so here we are, in chicago. making a record, well an EP really. it's so nice to get out of town for a week, drive to a town you have very little familiarity with and just camp out in a studio. this place is like a cave, and i mean that in the best possible way. there's no windows, no light from the outside world. when the lights are out, you have no idea whether it's 6am or 6pm or anywhere in between. i slept past noon today, which hasn't happened in a very long time. the songs are sounding great, better than i thought they would turn out to be honest. everybody's in pretty good spirits too. i think we're on that cusp of everyone being broke right now. you can almost smell that point when you're on tour, or in the studio. at least when you're on tour you know that you'll be getting some money almost nightly. it's never much, but it can usually put gas in your tank and taco bell in your belly. in the studio you're pretty much doing the same work, playing music, drinking, partying, but there's no monetary reward for it. you pretty much live off of what you could afford to save in the weeks prior to ditching town. what's great is knowing the people well enough, and being good enough friends that the stress of poverty really doesn't change conversation and the ability to shrug shit off.

we've got a couple more days here, living the dream, then we get ripped back into reality, back into our work, our family, the daily grind. it's bittersweet, we all love our families, most of us are fairly fond of our day jobs, but what we're doing here and now is what we all dream of. I haven't really left the studio since we've been here, we spent one night at a bar, we've walked to the grocery store and to grab some pizza slices, but that's about it. i feel like i should take this opportunity to see a city that, even though i've spent a couple weeks here over the last couple years, i've yet to really experience. then i realize how warm i'm kept by the booze and music here in our bat cave and how comforting it is knowing that, if even for a miniscule amount of time, here i am, living the dream.

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