Some of the beach boys stuff is just SO GOOD. God only knows makes me feel all funny too.
Lovely story from Popbitch many years ago. Brian Wilson arrives at recording studio complex, commandeers himself a little project studio with multitrack recording and a decent vocal mic. He is more than somewhat odd, and perhaps a little malodorous. The staff humour him because he's, you know, him. He spends several days in the little studio, just singing single notes one at a time into many, many tracks and bouncing them down. No playback, just shuttle tape, sing note, bounce down and repeat. The staff humour him because, you know, it's him. He's obviously a bit cracked, but he's harmless.
After several days of this, he finally plays back the recording. A vast, mind-bogglingly complex vocal harmony which is extremely beautiful. Which he obviously had in his head when he first walked in, so clear that he never needed to reassure himself during the recording of it. Just get it on tape before the inspiration fades. And it's perfect, first time.
Lovely story from Popbitch many years ago. Brian Wilson arrives at recording studio complex, commandeers himself a little project studio with multitrack recording and a decent vocal mic. He is more than somewhat odd, and perhaps a little malodorous. The staff humour him because he's, you know, him. He spends several days in the little studio, just singing single notes one at a time into many, many tracks and bouncing them down. No playback, just shuttle tape, sing note, bounce down and repeat. The staff humour him because, you know, it's him. He's obviously a bit cracked, but he's harmless.
After several days of this, he finally plays back the recording. A vast, mind-bogglingly complex vocal harmony which is extremely beautiful. Which he obviously had in his head when he first walked in, so clear that he never needed to reassure himself during the recording of it. Just get it on tape before the inspiration fades. And it's perfect, first time.
Legend.