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It really is this time. Tomorrow we collect the Master of all Masters and take it to the pressing plant, we've got the proofs of the artwork back and it all looks lovely.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Monday, June 26, 2006
Well actually...
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...it turns out that it isn't quite finished! It has become clear on repeated listenings that we have rather over-egged the ending of "Love, let me not hunger" with unnecessary massed harmony vocals that make it sound a bit like Boney-M, which seemed like a perfectly good idea at the time, so a last-minute remix is in order. As luck would have it, we have a day to spare, so this shouldn't set us back at all, it just means that some of us will have to spend an extra evening in the studio tonight, and after 841 days, one more is nothing! Barring some unforeseen disaster, the whole album should be mastered by the end of tomorrow, which will make it a doubly special day as it's also Carolyn's birthday. And it's Imogen's the following day, and Martin's a few days after that, so Betika will be mostly partying hard this week!
If you'd like to see the toll these celebrations are going to take on people who are already nearing the point of mental exhaustion, come down to Fruit on Old Christchurch Road on Sunday night (2nd July), where an acoustic-based micro-Betika will be playing some songs. Also playing on the night will be Jar and Men Diamler, both hailing from Bristol and currently on tour around the south doing good and interesting things, and also Farther, Nicky Hann, Glen Ross and Pete Read. They will all be good, and we will most likely be in a shocking state. I think it's going to be a lot of fun. Imogen will be playing the double bass!
...it turns out that it isn't quite finished! It has become clear on repeated listenings that we have rather over-egged the ending of "Love, let me not hunger" with unnecessary massed harmony vocals that make it sound a bit like Boney-M, which seemed like a perfectly good idea at the time, so a last-minute remix is in order. As luck would have it, we have a day to spare, so this shouldn't set us back at all, it just means that some of us will have to spend an extra evening in the studio tonight, and after 841 days, one more is nothing! Barring some unforeseen disaster, the whole album should be mastered by the end of tomorrow, which will make it a doubly special day as it's also Carolyn's birthday. And it's Imogen's the following day, and Martin's a few days after that, so Betika will be mostly partying hard this week!
If you'd like to see the toll these celebrations are going to take on people who are already nearing the point of mental exhaustion, come down to Fruit on Old Christchurch Road on Sunday night (2nd July), where an acoustic-based micro-Betika will be playing some songs. Also playing on the night will be Jar and Men Diamler, both hailing from Bristol and currently on tour around the south doing good and interesting things, and also Farther, Nicky Hann, Glen Ross and Pete Read. They will all be good, and we will most likely be in a shocking state. I think it's going to be a lot of fun. Imogen will be playing the double bass!
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Not all booze and flying!
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I'd like to make it clear that in spite of appearances (see last two blogs), we are in fact working very hard on getting the album finished, and not just getting drunk on exotic booze and swanning around in light aircraft. The Vicious McGinty was in fact invented while we were mixing the new improved version of "By Default", and Martin did all of his bits ages ago, so he's lucky enough to be free to do whatever he wants. Spare a thought for Gary, Carolyn and myself though, next time you're enjoying the sunshine, or having a drink with friends in the pub, or just going to bed when your mind and body tell you that it really is time you got some sleep. Spirits have been up and down over the last week, there was a bit of a lull around thursday / friday when I became quite despondent and short tempered and Carolyn and I almost had a row by accident (but didn't), but having gotten By Default finished on saturday, and after getting a decent amount of sleep over the weekend, things seemed to have swung to the opposite pole by last night. Last week's sighs, groans and mock-foetal misery-balls had been replaced by near maniacal laughter at our own stupid jokes, and rolling around with same, which I was incredibly glad of. We now have two songs left to sing and mix, then the whole thing goes off to be mastered and then manufactured. And then we'll be like prisoners freshly released from a lengthy sentence, marvelling at how much the outside world has changed while we've been inside, eyes agog at all the new technology and fashions, terrified of how we're going to cope outside the strict but dependable framework of the prison routine; without the rules and regulations that have taken away the need and the ability to think. So many decisions we'll have to make for ourselves! do we try to go straight? or do we re-offend?
I'd like to make it clear that in spite of appearances (see last two blogs), we are in fact working very hard on getting the album finished, and not just getting drunk on exotic booze and swanning around in light aircraft. The Vicious McGinty was in fact invented while we were mixing the new improved version of "By Default", and Martin did all of his bits ages ago, so he's lucky enough to be free to do whatever he wants. Spare a thought for Gary, Carolyn and myself though, next time you're enjoying the sunshine, or having a drink with friends in the pub, or just going to bed when your mind and body tell you that it really is time you got some sleep. Spirits have been up and down over the last week, there was a bit of a lull around thursday / friday when I became quite despondent and short tempered and Carolyn and I almost had a row by accident (but didn't), but having gotten By Default finished on saturday, and after getting a decent amount of sleep over the weekend, things seemed to have swung to the opposite pole by last night. Last week's sighs, groans and mock-foetal misery-balls had been replaced by near maniacal laughter at our own stupid jokes, and rolling around with same, which I was incredibly glad of. We now have two songs left to sing and mix, then the whole thing goes off to be mastered and then manufactured. And then we'll be like prisoners freshly released from a lengthy sentence, marvelling at how much the outside world has changed while we've been inside, eyes agog at all the new technology and fashions, terrified of how we're going to cope outside the strict but dependable framework of the prison routine; without the rules and regulations that have taken away the need and the ability to think. So many decisions we'll have to make for ourselves! do we try to go straight? or do we re-offend?
Monday, June 19, 2006
From the Betika Cocktail Companion: The Vicious McGinty
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Small measure of "Green" - a 30% syrupy liqueur that Gary got in Majorca last year that tastes aniseed-y and a bit menthol-y, a bit like Pernod but more like cough medicine. You might know what it's actually called - do let us know!
Ginger Beer
Hot Chilli Powder
PP3 9v Battery (IMPORTANT! THIS MUST BE FLAT!!! If you use a new one it may result in burns!)
1) Mix the Green and the Ginger Beer together in a small tumbler.
2) Dab a small amount of chilli powder on your tounge with a finger.
3) Take a sip from the glass. Swallow slowly.
4) Dab the terminals of the flat battery on your tongue.
Your mouth will now be full of sensations, and will probably be feeling all the emotions at once.
5) Repeat steps 2 onwards until glass is empty.
6) Repeat steps 1 onwards.
As with all of these recipies, Betikorp takes no responsibilty for whatever state you end up in if you choose to make use of the above information, and the subsequent mess you make of your life.
This drink is named in honour of Lawrence McGinty, the ITN Science Correspondent.
Small measure of "Green" - a 30% syrupy liqueur that Gary got in Majorca last year that tastes aniseed-y and a bit menthol-y, a bit like Pernod but more like cough medicine. You might know what it's actually called - do let us know!
Ginger Beer
Hot Chilli Powder
PP3 9v Battery (IMPORTANT! THIS MUST BE FLAT!!! If you use a new one it may result in burns!)
1) Mix the Green and the Ginger Beer together in a small tumbler.
2) Dab a small amount of chilli powder on your tounge with a finger.
3) Take a sip from the glass. Swallow slowly.
4) Dab the terminals of the flat battery on your tongue.
Your mouth will now be full of sensations, and will probably be feeling all the emotions at once.
5) Repeat steps 2 onwards until glass is empty.
6) Repeat steps 1 onwards.
As with all of these recipies, Betikorp takes no responsibilty for whatever state you end up in if you choose to make use of the above information, and the subsequent mess you make of your life.
This drink is named in honour of Lawrence McGinty, the ITN Science Correspondent.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Tired Now
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I did a Murray Walker on myself last night. Carolyn was saying how tired the recent spell of intense Betika activity has made her, and I rather flippantly told her that she was probably going to bed too early. I've been going to bed as it's getting light, then getting up and going to work or to do Betika stuff, and so far (after about two weeks) I've felt pretty good, if perhaps slightly removed from the real world. Today I do not feel so good. We spent last night trying to get my vocals right on "Thunderstorm", and I was having real trouble with my nasal passages, probably due to hayfever. We did take after take after take until I literally couldn't sing any more and Caz couldn't keep her eyes open (I took a nice photo of her sleeping on the drumkit, she looks very peaceful yet extremely uncomfortable). I had a relatively early night (asleep by 12.30), but was woken far too early by..................a Thunderstorm! Initially, my thoughts were that this was a sign from God that I should get up and record yet more singing, but my body strongly disagreed, and the resulting tug-of-war between the two left me in a semi-waking state for far too long. Eventually I slipped into one of those horribly realistic dreams about getting up and going to work, only to find that I worked in a wizard school and could fly by ever so gently lifting both feet off the ground and floating upwards.
I may have slightly Murrayed myself in my last post too, when I said that cabin fever had yet to set in. I've found myself becoming concerned - borderline obsessed to be honest - with Carolyn's claim that sometime she's not thinking about anything. On occasions she'll just stare vacantly into space, often looking thoughtful, sometimes troubled, and I'll ask her out of curiosity or sometimes concern what she's thinking about, and she'll reply "nothing". Now I know what you're thinking: Everyone does that, and when they say "nothing", they just don't want to talk about whatever is on their mind. But Caz insists that this isn't the case, and that she really isn't thinking about anything. And that concept terrifies me. I never stop thinking, and I couldn't if I wanted to, my thoughts come in a constant high-pressure stream that can't be turned off. I've tried that Zen meditation technique where you think of a candle and blow it out, and all that happened was my heart stopped beating and my corpse had to be re-animated by evil (aren't they all?) scientists. I've tried using mantras to block out other thoughts, but always they creep back in. To me, the idea of the absense of thought is like the concepts of infinity or death, impossible to properly get my head round. When Carolyn says she's been not thinking of anything, it's like someone telling me that they haven't been breathing for the last ten minutes, or more sinisterly, it has echoes of Charles Manson's assertation that he had no conception of remorse (When asked in a documentary if he was sorry for the murder of Sharon Tate, he replied "Charlie don't know what sorry is" - the look in his eyes said he meant it). It's like something important is missing, and I'm growing paranoid that she might be some kind of psychopath. Or a closet Zen master. Either way, I'm starting to look at her like Homer and Mr Burns looked at each other after they got buried in that avalanche.
I wonder what the longest time is that two people have been confined in a small space with only each other for company? Probably in orbit, or on a remote lighthouse. I wonder how long it took before they started having these kinds of thoughts?
Nearly finished now (me and IT).
I did a Murray Walker on myself last night. Carolyn was saying how tired the recent spell of intense Betika activity has made her, and I rather flippantly told her that she was probably going to bed too early. I've been going to bed as it's getting light, then getting up and going to work or to do Betika stuff, and so far (after about two weeks) I've felt pretty good, if perhaps slightly removed from the real world. Today I do not feel so good. We spent last night trying to get my vocals right on "Thunderstorm", and I was having real trouble with my nasal passages, probably due to hayfever. We did take after take after take until I literally couldn't sing any more and Caz couldn't keep her eyes open (I took a nice photo of her sleeping on the drumkit, she looks very peaceful yet extremely uncomfortable). I had a relatively early night (asleep by 12.30), but was woken far too early by..................a Thunderstorm! Initially, my thoughts were that this was a sign from God that I should get up and record yet more singing, but my body strongly disagreed, and the resulting tug-of-war between the two left me in a semi-waking state for far too long. Eventually I slipped into one of those horribly realistic dreams about getting up and going to work, only to find that I worked in a wizard school and could fly by ever so gently lifting both feet off the ground and floating upwards.
I may have slightly Murrayed myself in my last post too, when I said that cabin fever had yet to set in. I've found myself becoming concerned - borderline obsessed to be honest - with Carolyn's claim that sometime she's not thinking about anything. On occasions she'll just stare vacantly into space, often looking thoughtful, sometimes troubled, and I'll ask her out of curiosity or sometimes concern what she's thinking about, and she'll reply "nothing". Now I know what you're thinking: Everyone does that, and when they say "nothing", they just don't want to talk about whatever is on their mind. But Caz insists that this isn't the case, and that she really isn't thinking about anything. And that concept terrifies me. I never stop thinking, and I couldn't if I wanted to, my thoughts come in a constant high-pressure stream that can't be turned off. I've tried that Zen meditation technique where you think of a candle and blow it out, and all that happened was my heart stopped beating and my corpse had to be re-animated by evil (aren't they all?) scientists. I've tried using mantras to block out other thoughts, but always they creep back in. To me, the idea of the absense of thought is like the concepts of infinity or death, impossible to properly get my head round. When Carolyn says she's been not thinking of anything, it's like someone telling me that they haven't been breathing for the last ten minutes, or more sinisterly, it has echoes of Charles Manson's assertation that he had no conception of remorse (When asked in a documentary if he was sorry for the murder of Sharon Tate, he replied "Charlie don't know what sorry is" - the look in his eyes said he meant it). It's like something important is missing, and I'm growing paranoid that she might be some kind of psychopath. Or a closet Zen master. Either way, I'm starting to look at her like Homer and Mr Burns looked at each other after they got buried in that avalanche.
I wonder what the longest time is that two people have been confined in a small space with only each other for company? Probably in orbit, or on a remote lighthouse. I wonder how long it took before they started having these kinds of thoughts?
Nearly finished now (me and IT).
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Too cold now for shorts
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Just got in from a marathon mixing session that saw us tick three more "DONE" boxes on the album master tracklist. Listening to what we'd done on the car stereo on the way home, it all sounded to these ruined ears like big lovely pop music, which is good, because if it didn't after all the time that's been spent on it, I think I'd have to walk into the sea fully clothed and keep going until I couldn't go any more. Even the songs that had previously been causes for concern and planters of seeds of doubt seem to be good now, it's amazing what you can acheive just by being anally obsessive about small details. Spirits remain high generally, and Betikabin-fever has yet to steal over Gary, Caz and myself, despite our having spent pretty much every spare minute of the last....god knows how long in one another's company. Carolyn did nearly smash her flute to pieces against a guitar amp today mid-overdub, and also punched me a bit, but this was because she was arguing with herself, and not me at all, I think.
This week we have mostly been recording people who play in orchestras. I have learnt two interesting things about Gary;
a) He likes to stroke bumblebees.
b) He chews milk.
Light soon. Bed now.
D
Just got in from a marathon mixing session that saw us tick three more "DONE" boxes on the album master tracklist. Listening to what we'd done on the car stereo on the way home, it all sounded to these ruined ears like big lovely pop music, which is good, because if it didn't after all the time that's been spent on it, I think I'd have to walk into the sea fully clothed and keep going until I couldn't go any more. Even the songs that had previously been causes for concern and planters of seeds of doubt seem to be good now, it's amazing what you can acheive just by being anally obsessive about small details. Spirits remain high generally, and Betikabin-fever has yet to steal over Gary, Caz and myself, despite our having spent pretty much every spare minute of the last....god knows how long in one another's company. Carolyn did nearly smash her flute to pieces against a guitar amp today mid-overdub, and also punched me a bit, but this was because she was arguing with herself, and not me at all, I think.
This week we have mostly been recording people who play in orchestras. I have learnt two interesting things about Gary;
a) He likes to stroke bumblebees.
b) He chews milk.
Light soon. Bed now.
D
Monday, June 05, 2006
Betika in a Nutshell
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There's a review here of our lunchtime slot at the Larmertree Party at Salisbury Arts Centre about a month ago, which is concise, accurate and extremely favourable.
There's a review here of our lunchtime slot at the Larmertree Party at Salisbury Arts Centre about a month ago, which is concise, accurate and extremely favourable.
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