Brian and I are two years overdue in producing our third CD. The “blame” for this goes back and forth between the two of us all the time:

Chickdrumer: If you weren’t so fussy about recording we would have done it by now.

Brian: Me? May I remind you that you were writing your dissertation all summer?

Chickdrummer: I said I would take a weekend off to do it.

Brian: Oh yeah… when?

Chickdrummer: Don’t blame this on me. At least, I wanted to record live at Swing State just to get some live versions down before we forget them.

Brian: That would have sounded like crap.

Chickdrummer: It would have been something.

Brian: Yeah, crap.

If this goes on for a while we then manage to blame our jobs, our families, the economy, and our cat, Ben, whose emergency hairball surgery last month cost $3000 and ate up the entire recording budget.

And then we don’t talk about it for a while. Brian starts looking at Craigslist for other bands, and I started planning a novel, and in our heads we “give up” on Short Punks.

Then something out of the blue happens. For instance, we might be sitting in the car listening to the radio, and Sound Opinions with Greg Kot and Jim DeRogatis might be on and they might play a track of say, Little Richard, and they might talk about how well recorded the drums are and we might not turn it off and we might listen and one of us might say: “That’s how we should do our CD.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Brian might say.

And I might add: “Why don’t we just do it like that? One room mike. No drum mikes. No Pro-tools.”

And Brian will agree. Then he’ll mention a Chicago recording studio famous for that.

And I might say, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

And then we get out of the car, and all of sudden, walking down Kedzie Ave to get Lebanese food, Short Punks will be back together again, planning, thinking about the ‘what next.’

If I could really describe what being in a band with your partner/spouse could be like, it’s like that. Spontaneous, simple moments when we agree, when we find the chord change at the right time, when we know what our “sound” is, when we being in band is mostly easy and not always hard. If I were to describe this in words that are concrete, I would say playing in a band with Brian is as easy as realizing that we both want falafel for lunch.

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