Introduction
A good day that started with a moment of panic, because when Toby first arrived at my place I realized I DID NOT have the disk drive with all the sessions on it, which we would need, of course, if we were going to get any mixing done. Thankfully, I was able to track down the drive, and after tearing through the City in a cab to pick it up, we arrived at Hyde Street rock star late.
First up: record the harmonica solo for On The Couch. This entailed firing up an old Sears Silvertone amp, selecting the perfect mic (an SM58), and hooking up a few pedals to get a nastier-than-Hillary-Clinton tone. One-take Toby took maybe 3 or 4 passes, all cool, and we edited together the best.
Next: mixing. We started with Baby Your Crazy, then moved onto On the Couch, and were just starting My Psychiatrist, when I noticed it was the witching hour for me -- a time past which my cerebellum casts evil spells on the rest of my brain -- so we wrapped up and headed out into the night for home.
To be continued.
