Tonight's post begins with a little story. Not much of a story, I'll be honest, but I wanna tell it.
Once upon a time, there was a horribly rainy July, the rainiest ever recorded. It rained. And rained. And rained. And yet... people still deny Global Warming exists. Funny, isn't it? Still, Gabriel didn't mind the rain that much. He was stuck in his tower (okay, the ground floor), forced to mix 10 songs on an album he already had enough of. If he doesn't finish all songs by a set time, will will not earn his Master's degree and be forced to do day jobs for the rest of his days. So the lack of sun was oddly welcomed. "If no one else was having fun, that's fine by me".
Then the month turned to August and the sun shined. "Too hot for me" thought Gabriel in an awfully English manner, but still plowed along at his mixes, whilst viewing his housemates having fun in the garden.
Could it be? Gabriel lost his love for making music once more? Suddenly he
realised why producers and artists hand over their recordings for others to mix. He so longed for someone to take it off his hands and make everything sound amazing. But this was a dream that would not come true. He had to do this himself, and he knew this.
After being overworked and underpaid, Gabriel and his housemate/drummer/part-time guitarist Tim decided it was time for a break and escaped the tower of mixing and venture to a small venue in Shepherd's Bush to see the queen, Amanda Palmer, perform piano and song. To a tiny audience of 200 villagers, Amanda performed Radiohead's "Creep" on a ukulele and then performed many of her own songs on piano. Gabriel was breath taken and exclaimed to himself, "I LOVE MUSIC" then proceeded to spend the weekend mixing more tracks in the fucking hot sun.
Days later, a couple of tracks were nearly finished, "but that's a superficial thought", Gabriel thought to himself. He decided to work on "Get It Right" and nearly cried. "It sounds so muddy... and awful... and muddy". How terribly ironic. Every song Gabriel wrote about making things right, have become the most problematic songs ever?
It wasn't until this morning that Gabriel had an epiphany. By changing the Hardware buffer size to 512 samples, or even to 2048 samples, Gabriel could have LOTS of Neve Plug-ins such as the 1081 EQ or the 33609 compressor. Normally when working with such magic, he was limited to one at a time... but this new trick allowed Gabriel to work with more than one at a time.
So Gabriel worked tirelessly into the night, bouncing not just a few tracks, but EVERY track through the Neve EQs to give it a much brighter sound and depth in the track. Of course, whilst keeping a close eye on Steve Jobs' Apple conference, announcing the new iMacs. Then low and behold, "Get It Right" sounded less muddy, and while a little messy in performance, Gabriel just shrugged to himself and thought "that's okay, it's about making things right, it doesn't need to actually
sound right. I'm going to blog about it. In story mode.
And so, with the help of Queen Amanda Palmer, his trusty friend, Tim Langsford, and the almost God-like Rupert Neve, Gabriel felt happier than ever before. But the adventures continue... for another day.
The End.
Beautiful wasn't it? (Next entry will be more sane, I promise)