
Last day, just before shaving it off.

Side view. Not bad, Nate. Not bad.
Before shaving clean, we both had to participate in a little silliness.

He's French. He's a cowboy. He's a pornstar. He's a French Cowboy Pornstar.

Last day for me. Can't decide if the world ever needs to see a furrier Thom again or not.

Sideview. I look exactly like my dad from this angle. I'm definitely my father's son.

Youth Pastor Thom invites you to our X-treme Back 2 School Lock-in this Friday. Free Pizza, Coca Cola, live music, and games! Bring all of your secular rock CDs, and we will burn them in the bonfire. (Then you can go out and buy those records again in 2-3 months when you realize it was stupid of you to participate in the exercise.)
Friday was the last warm glow of the tube amps. Only thing left to be recorded were vocals, aux percussion, and B-3 Organ. Nate arranged to have a B-3 w/ Leslie Cabinet shipped to the studio on Saturday, and Owen arranged for our good friend Dave Alan to come out and lay down some wicked wickulatory wickulation.

B-3 Organ, along with Nate putting out a little vibe for you. Both equally disarming.

The Leslie - rotating speaker cabinet. Gorgeous sound.

Dave Alan.

We're a pretty hands-on band; very opinionated. Dave was a good sport, listening to everybody's input, and then executing it perfectly.
I think the tracks we cut this time around are the perfect marriage of Rock & Roll grit and class. Dave's work on Saturday added yet another layer of class. Especially what he played on "A Place In The Sun" - took it up a notch. While he was playing, my soul welled-up with Hallelujahs.
After Dave took off, Owen had plenty of singing to do, so Nate and I kicked-back on the couch and watched college basketball all night. That is, until we got sick of having hair on our face, deciding we could justify offing it at that point.
Stayed at the studio that night till 1:45AM, and then came back the next day at 9AM. Ouch. Not recommended.
Owen re-sang the lead vocal for "Strut" while Caleb (intern) and I chased down a LaCie hard disk drive to back everything up to, and Nate sussed-out some details for our trip to SXSW.
Eventually Nate, Caleb, and I started wheeling out all of our cased-up gear and loaded it back into the trailer. Kind of a sad thing to do. This is the mode that we've been fully entrenched in for the past 3 weeks, and shutting that trailer door finally brought on the realization that it was over. The other side of this is that we're proud to have finished the work, and to walk away from the process knowing that it's the best we've ever done. A triumphant feeling, for sure.
After helping Brent load a few things of his to take home, we hopped into the van, drove back to our friend Jim's place in Bellevue, grabbed dinner at Cancun Mexican Restaurant, picked-up a case of Shiner Bock to bring back to the house, and indulged in mindless TV all evening (i.e. Rock Of Love.) I now love this show after figuring out that the right reason to watch it is to do so for all of the wrong reasons. Once you have that revelation, it gets way hella-better, SRSLY.
Today, we were all able to sleep-in for 12+ hours. Nate did some cycling. I walked to a Starbucks a few miles away. Owen was able to go for a walk with Jim, but had some things re: mixdown to take care of. I wish I could say who is 99% lined-up to mix the record. There is one certain guy who, for the past 3-4 years, we've often said to ourselves, "What would it be like if _________ got his hands on one of our mixes?" But it seemed like something that would never happen...
... that is, until Owen Thomas, who generally refuses to take "no" as an answer from Life, tracks down the guy's number and leaves him a message about what we're doing. _______ called Owen back the next day and talked to him for about 45 minutes. Said he loved the songs, loved the band, and was willing to figure something out so that we could work together. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS MEANS TO ME. We'll disclose the info when that 99% officially becomes 100%. But if not him, whoever ends up mixing this will do more than ok, because, just like us, for them... it ain't a hobby.
-- Thom
