Despite my best intentions, the mixing process is taking much longer than originally expected. My suspicion is that the trouble isn’t with shortcomings of a technical nature, or with the quality of equipment I have. It’s the quality of the attention that I’m able to bring to the table.
I was recently reading about the journalist Jim Leher, and how he went to high school 1.3 miles from where I currently sit. The article went on to describe how besides being a famous journalist, having moderated countless Presidential debates, he’s also written over 20 novels and 3 memoirs. How is this possible? Are these novels 200 page novels? When could he have possibly had time for such a refined past time? Perhaps he was only doing 6 hours of news a day, but I highly doubt that.
During 2017 I’ve gained insight into the magnificent role that a consistent sleep schedule plays in the quality of life. Therefore, when I stayed up until nearly midnight last night working on my own personal (educational) version of King Crimson’s “Lark’s Tongues in Aspic Part One,” it was a rare flashback to seemingly endless nights of drunken music making and mixing. Only now, I’ve pushed aside the alcohol for my own convenience. I allowed myself 7 hours of sleep and woke up about 2 and a half hours later than usual, no hangover, ready to approach the mixing board again.
Progress on my gargantuan musical project of archiving continues, but at a pace that will serve as compelling evidence next time I decide to remix and rerecord decades worth of recorded material. A mental and emotional change of perspective may be necessary for a jumpstart.
That’s what’s going on with me.