I got in late tonight so this will have to be brief. But that’s ok, it was just an ordinary Tuesday, really. Scoffed a lovely burrito on Mission Street. Kevin got his upright bass out for the first time. I played a Steinway on a couple of tracks – one all on my own (gulp), one banging away with an amazing rock and roll band (grin). Then nipped over the Golden Gate Bridge, past the houseboat where Dock Of The Bay was written to watch my friend Kevin and his band share the bill
Why did I come out here again? Why travel such a ludicrous distance to play a bunch of songs I’d made up at home? If you’d walked in at the end of the day to see me playing Miller’s Daughter all on my own, using a guitar sound that I’d suggested, you might have hung around (for a while – it’s a long song) to get an answer to that one.
But if you’d turned up in the morning, one glance at my amazed, happy expression would have told you everything. We went straight into Take Me
A word of advice to anyone thinking of flying out to San Francisco to make a record. Give yourself a day off to get over the journey.
I’d got plenty of rest the night before – lulled to sleep by Metallica playing across the way at AT&T Park, briefly woken by the fireworks after the encore. But when I stirred this morning, I just wasn’t in the mood. I know, you fly out all this way with your best songs to play with that fantastic band and you don’t fancy it?! What a dufus! Th
After almost exactly a year, I’m back in San Francisco for another session. To record enough songs to make up an album. So much is just the same as last time. Studio, band (thank goodness), same branch to crack my skull on in the garden, even the same person at the baggage drop off. The city still beautiful and fascinating – though it smells more of stale beer than before, thanks to the Superbowl. But in one important way, the whole thing is completely transformed. This time
This is the last post. I’m sitting on a rock on Bernal Hill, looking down on the twinkling lights of San Francisco. Today Kevin is going to drive me around the city for one last look around. And take his and Lisa’s dog, Strummer for a walk.
That’s all there is to say. Oh, one more thing. If there’s something you want to do. Something you really want. JFDI.
Thanks for sharing this with me. It means a lot.
See you soon. Steve
t’s over. I’m desperate to get off the airplane to give my daughter her Daddy back and to tell my family all about it for as long as they’ll listen. I’m dying to hear about their lives while I’ve been away – every minute detail, so it feels like I was there too.
But I’m going to miss this. You can probably imagine. Well, maybe not quite. This whole experience has blown the lid off my imagination and my craziest dreams.
This last day was very different from the previous thre
This was the last day of tracking. James, Kevin and V would not be coming back after this. When I got to the studio, Chuck had already put some backing vocals onto Rosalie. A quick listen through then those words that fill me with equal parts excitement and trepidation, ‘next song!’ What Would I Do.
Starting from scratch, everyone thinking of the energy of the previous day and wondering if it would come back again, this song was much more of a struggle. The fire had gone out
Right, this is getting silly. If you read yesterday’s post you probably got the impression that I’d had a good first day in the studio. I thought so too. But, shadowed by the memory of the second day, it’s hard to believe I’d had any fun at all.
Yesterday, I went on a bit about dream-world and reality. Not even my dream-self would have dared to smoke the stuff required to imagine the day I’ve just had. And my giddy, dazed real self doesn’t stand the faintest chance of puttin
You know when you have something exciting planned? And you live the dream-version for a while in your head, until the big day comes. My big day was February 16th 2015. I’m still living the dream version. From a day packed of special moments, I can barely scratch the surface in this blog, not without making myself late for the next day. So I will have to just jot down a few of the hightlights, for now. First of all, both the warmth and commitment shown by everyone here is humb
No long flight or long sleepless night means no long blog.
The session doesn’t start until tomorrow. So today was a day off. My lovely wife had looked a few things I could do, diligently checking that they are open on a Sunday. It helped enormously to give me some direction. And to take the pressure off having a good time, strange as it sounds.
You always want to find something positive to say about someone’s home town. But, when their last but one album, Temple Beautiful,