How To Kill Yourself Mixing A Record

July 2, 2011

1. Mix your record forever. 2. Keep coming back to mix your f*cking record. 3. Find something to be unsure about, thus guaranteeing you get to go back and mix your f*cking record again. 4. Turn the drums too low. 5. Turn the bass to high when you go back to turn the drums back up. 6. Turn the guitars too low. 7. Just go back there cause you don’t know what else the f*ck to do. 8. Make sure key decision makers are sleeping on the couch during key decisions. 9. Argue relentlessly with sleeper over his stupid f*cking comments that are actually right on the money. 10. Right, money. Run out of money. 11. Find some new money that’s not yours, maybe borrow it from a gianormous corporation who is more than happy to let you go hang out in an expensive studio some more and argue.

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Neil Strauch, Our F*cking Engineer, Our Love

June 14, 2011

Dear Neil,

When we first met you, we were worried about your socks. Should a man’s socks have penguin’s and shit on them? We were also wondering if the man who records Bonnie Prince Billy could really handle our load. But jesus, there you were, and you put up with us and we made a record together and you crushed Jason’s dreams of being with you, like really being with you. You two are so similar even though you are opposites. Man you know that feeling.

 

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