10:45
AM. It proved to be the beginning of a magical time on that heated
summer morning. I briskly drove the three- mile trip to see my
friend Chris to record some music. When I reached his house situated
on Kinderhook Lake, I got out of my green Subaru Outback, and
my blue and white gummy skateboarder shoe touched the ground.
It stuck to the pavement like strawberry jelly and made a sticky
sound. I noticed the bright yellow sunflowers near the front door.
They were standing nearly at my height. I heard my bandmate’s
dog Hitchcock, a border collie, barking loudly welcoming me to
his domain.
For
some reason I counted the thirteen wooden steps as I climbed up
the stairs of his garage. I didn’t realize going up those stairs
to his studio would signal a long lasting creative scenario. When
I reached the top flight I gently opened the door and Chris smiled
intently and energetically shook my hand. I heard the positive
"all right!" from him as I walked in. I immediately
felt something special was about to happen.
Chris
took a small square cloth and carefully dusted off the modern-looking
red Korg Karma synthesizer. He walked slowly over to his white
air conditioner and turned it on. He commented that it was "proboscis"
in the studio, or in common terms, very hot.
I
felt excited and sat down on his small but comfortable white chair
and pulled up the black footstool to lay my lyric sheets on. From
this moment on we would have no rules, boundaries, or limits concerning
our music.
There
was a metallic tea kettle to my left and it was furiously brewing
a pot of water. I settled in and made myself comfortable. I was
sitting on a big red and black oriental rug. Chris appeared focused
with a small guitar pick in his mouth. This would be our first
two -hour session above his garage.
The
warm sunlight poured through the skylight on me. I joked to Chris
that I had "sunshine on my shoulder." Different cables
lie strewn across the floor. I reached into my overstuffed blue
music bag and pulled out an orange juice and plastic bottle of
water to re-hydrate myself on this hot day.
I
continued to survey my newfound surroundings. I peered at a big
green healthy jade plant and several guitars of various colors.
The walls were covered with forest green and charcoal black acoustic
tiles to sound proof the room. I remember there was also a very
attractive calendar with a beautiful painting by Monet on display
with rich and vibrant blue and green colors.
Off
to my immediate left sat something that looked like it was from
a 1950’s science fiction movie. It was a giant mixing board with
room for at least 64 tracks. I was thinking that it would be serious
business when we get around to recording with all this equipment.
In
front of Chris was a curious old looking mirror. I asked him about
it and he said it was a feng shui thing. He faced away from the
door yet he could still see in back of him. I muttered aloud "what
a concept!"
Two
squarish black amps were placed in the back of the room. I noticed
that there was a temperature gauge next to the window. It told
the temperature inside and out, the date, and the relative humidity.
It was climate controlled in the studio. I could feel the cool
wisps of air on my arms and neck. I would discover later that
Chris was very interested in weather conditions and patterns.
It
was 11:05 AM and time to start the recording process. We began
that morning by thinking about making hooky guitar riffs, finding
buzzy synths, and tight beats that would become our musical signature.
That
day we launched into a great level of productive interaction.
The computer was fired up. Chris said "Let’s find some really
cool beats!" and he tapped out a steady rhythm with his right
foot along to a computerized drum. He hooked up my microphone,
and I became "digital." Next came the keyboard melodies
and then my vocals.
I
believe we were destined to have prolific energy. We have shared
much laughter and fun, and have been together as the band "Neo
Cortex" for over 10 years now. I have written over 300 pages of
lyrics. This is our story. Who knows why it started. I just thank
God for being able to jam upstairs with Chris.