Just a note to let you know I'm working on a major entry and haven't been able to post anything readable. Here's something that wouldn't fit into the project:

When I listen to a studio album from the mid-70s, such as Fleetwood Mac's, I'm gratified to know that the drums I'm hearing are actually being struck by a man in a room with a microphone.

Yes, I know music has been recorded in layers—as opposed to straight-through, with all the musicians in the same room at the same time—for decades.

But unlike the '80s-and-up stuff, there wasn't just a couple of bars laid down, then repeated by a producer. The ear-mind picks up on that repetition, and it sounds cheap.

Instead, I can see Mick Fleetwood—the Robert Teller of the band, silently keeping all those nuclear secrets—slapping his drumsticks about .005 seconds off the metronome, just enough to keep me listening.

I feel as if I'm part of the recording session. Instead of a consumer of a product.

Posted by: Michael Rittenhouse at 06:04 AM | No Comments | Add Comment
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