Tonight was an excellent ending to what was an otherwise terrible morning and a forgettable afternoon. The order of the day was late trains, rude people and the general feeling that the banal paraphernalia floating around a typical working day is usually to be tolerated, but that it will occasionally rear its head and bite you in the behind. In short, it was a massive waste of time.
That is until jumping on the 55 and making my way out to kinda-Walthamstow way to see P and F. F is a friend and former colleague, while her boyfriend P is a shit-hot composer and musician who had kindly agreed to lend us some beautiful condenser mics in our quest to record drums for our new songs and have them sound vaguely passable, perhaps even GOOD.
What this turned into was really eye-opening, as P advised me on some different recording techniques and the endless possibilities available simply through sampling isolated sounds and turning them into something completely different altogether. It was simultaneously humbling and ridiculously exciting, like being a kid again in an expansive sweetshop of endlessly filled shelves, except with P’s home studio as the shop and a panoply of effects as the brightly coloured confectionery sitting in jars - once too high to reach, but now firmly within grasp.
Aided by a few bottles of ale and the largest home-baked choc chip cookie you’ll ever see, it was a reminder that spending time in the company of those who share the same interests and passions as you will always be one of the most gratifying aspects of life. That, and the fact that you should never stop learning.
You can check out a taster of what P does here.