Good Readers,
Our recording this day in Madrid New Mexico has been our most challenging one yet. We are utilizing a metal-smith's shop as a studio where we're surrounded by his cool steel art pieces. The collaborator this time is a woman who plays fiddle named Linda, but she tells us when she plays her instrument that her name is Violinda. It is a very small town where a lot of artist seem to live.
Toby has taken the RV into town to gas up and is followed back to the studio by a drunkard named Lane. I somehow assume this guy is Toby's dad who is to meet up with us there. He proceeds to hog time playing our instruments and vocalizing. We stick mics on him and make the most of it until Violinda turns up.
Tomorrow is helper Toby's 31st birthday and right now he is learning to weld us a Good Listeners metal sign. Another sparkling element added to the chaos of sound in the room that has been partially made from an old train car as are many of the buildings in Madrid.
This day, we've decided to unearth the piano and make that the starting instrument as I was under some sort of impression that Violinda was a classical player. We wrote something in a good key for violin and by the time she got there, we had sort of a waltz for her to play to. As it turned out Linda was more of a fiddle player but was a very nice and youthful woman who put down a number of fills (she's a little fill happy) that we'll chop up and use I'm sure.
After she laid down some serious movements, we got Spike and Merritt to contribute and though covered in filth (Madrid is a coal town after all....) we left with a pretty cool and haunting piece with drunken sad man providing the main hook in the verse.
Later, said sad man snuck away and managed to flip his car over on the drive home. He is OK but spent the night in jail. It was a bit depressing but hopefully he will learn from it all. A sweet man with a lot of unused talent.
I am writing from the RV on the way to Marfa Texas to make sound with a man called Bugs.
Nathan
1 comment:
What an intriguing adventure this was for y'all...Very interesting, easy to visualize, mostly good, & some not so good ~such as the man that shot himself, & the rising gas prices~, etc.} As i continued to journey on thru your chapters + I too~ began to feel as if i was there :} & also in another time perhaps. As I go inside my thoughts~ writing this~[& reading of ur ventures]~ I could even feel the pesty mosquito bites...icky & ouch!! I thought to myself!{wake up brain} "Mosquito net...where is it? Well, I have a mosquito net that would work for the creepy thirsty blood suckers". The deal is though, I use is it for the interior decor..{so to speak} lol.. Anyway....gee gators & swamps...huh?? It's a a whole different world, isn't it? Many years ago I visited Louisiana & I recall the thunderstorms as being horrendous..
I'm also familiar with the bayou, & it's a total different place to be in. The people are so laid back, with their southern charm, appetites for crawfish, & also known to have the bluesy demeaner to their style of ragtime spirits~{is the best way that i can visualize it into words anyway}...
Well, i won't be selfish as to using up all the blog space. I just felt a need to begin with my first thoughts & impressions to comment on the #1 chapter + the ongoing chapters of your cool RV trip...
Much luv & good thoughts 2 u~
Valerie :)
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