I got slightly lost and confused trying to find his house, but as I doubled back he was waiting at his front door for me. He probably saw me about to pass out from heatstroke or something. It had been about two years since I had been in any type of studio. The last time was for a narration I did for a work project. This was the first time I was going in with my own stuff in many years.
Love the basement studio. The recording room is a room within a storeroom. I call it, The Quilted Womb.
In about two and a half hours, I banged out a baker’s dozen of my poems.
What can I say about Sean’s skills as a producer? At one point he said, “Let’s take a break.” He then played up some of the poem I was recording and pointed out a few difficulties in my delivery. Sean was telling me I was reading it wrong, in the nicest, most supportive way anyone has ever been.
More important, he was right.
He offered tips, advice, and cheered me on when I hit the mark. He is great to work with and I recommend him highly to any poet or artist looking for a producer.
He can be my George Martin or T-Bone Burnett anytime. He has to do some editing to turn me into a Wall of Sound and I'm looking forward to the finished work.
So? Once the editing is done and I have an audio project, how do I market this? Hell I do not even have a title for it!
In other news I noticed that another artist died this weekend. This man touched the lives of many of my friends. Rest in peace, David Blair.
