The convention in town means that it was a bitch to get home from the weather-center after recording tonight. Cops were everywhere, and my usual route past the stadium was closed. I told them that this was bullshit, and had to go south to go north. Fuckers.
I did four songs tonight. The bass tones are pretty fuckin' great, in my opinion. They're nice, big, waves, so we'll have the maximum word-length to edit with. I think that the Booger compresses a lot when it's dimed--this must be that special "constant current whatever it's called" that kicks in at 10. The D-180s had that in the power section, too. A little low roll-off, and it'll be great, seriously.
Seriously, kids, we got the closest to my dream OC tone tonight. It's supposed to be like a thick, blurry, pulse-width modulated synth on the lows, with a little string noise, and, loud, with a slightly fizzy overdrive (not like a Sansamp, though). The mids aren't all harsh, either, which is awesome. It's a lot like that sound that I got with the Peavey before Michael Gira dissed my tone (for the record, he was of the opinion that the memorial combo was where it's at; I don't really like that sound), and I traded it to Greg/BLC.
It sounds VERY silly soloed, though. Seriously...
Labels: band camp, bass, Music, politics