Entry 3: Recording drums at the Silent Barn

Light glimmers off our friend Reggie’s glasses as we enter into his record store/ barber shop that’s attached to the silent barn. Sean (our drummer), Will and I stand around and laugh with Reggie while we take a break from recording drums upstairs in Sean’s small room which also part of the silent barn. A show goes on a few rooms over from Reggie’s shop– we can feel the power of the band’s drummer and vocalist screaming into the microphones, but it’s nearly washed away by the 808’s present in the music bumping out of the speakers in the room we were in.


The silent barn is always filled with activity- it’s a place for artists and musicians alike, who can apply for temporary residencies in the apartments just upstairs from the main venue. Only temporary though, because they want there to be new people coming in and out to maintain a fresh attitude and atmosphere there always. Sean’s room upstairs is small and comfortable. The drums take up a good percentage of the space, and the rest is taken up by the four people who are crammed inside to make sure each microphone is placed properly to get a good sound out of each individual piece of Sean’s beat old drum kit. He purchased it off of an old friend who had given up on his short-lived dream of being a drummer himself, and it can be heard in its hopeful punchy tone that fits just right in the tracks we’ve been working on. So far there is a lot of scratch tracks finished, meaning that they are good enough for the drums to be played over them. We will probably go back to re-do them later to make sure they sound just the way they want.


Entry 2: Recording begins

I realized that in my last post I didn’t quite explain my Senior Project! My roommate Will and I are spending a week in New York and we’re recording our music with two  different producers. One is our friend Matt who lives in an apartment in Bushwick. This is where we are staying for the  time we will be in New York. The recording setup is strange and fun. It’s similar to what we would use at home, so it’s very comfortable. Matt is able to help us get each track we’ve been working on really going in the right direction, while adding elements to them from his own experience working and touring with the band Friends, which was on the label Lucky Number out of England. The second producer is a friend we recently made named Caleb. He works at Redbull’s studio in Manhattan, so the equipment is all pretty ridiculous and much more high quality than what we are used to. We have two days scheduled this weekend in that tricked out studio Redbull has put together there, and Will and I are both nervous and incredibly excited to move into that realm of recording.

The city is an interesting place to record – very different from home. Walking outside trees are replaced with concrete structures and the occasional deer running in front of someone’s Prius is instead a homeless man searching for loose cigarettes. It has its charm for sure, and is a nice change being able to travel about on foot or subway instead of having to get into one of my parent’s 4 wheeled vehicles.



I opened my eyes and pulled on a sweater from my closet, before quickly running downstairs to drink a cup of coffee with my mom. I pulled my brother’s bass guitar up from the basement and threw it in a case meant for some other instrument, before then eating breakfast and brushing my teeth. I felt a bit nervous, knowing I had a performance later that day, but it was a good nervous. I remember T. John Baird telling a story about Thelonious Monk or someone like that– they said that the day you stop feeling nervous when you perform is the same day you stop playing music. I try to pretend sometimes this isn’t the truth so maybe perhaps I can trick myself into relaxing about being in front of so many strangers, but I know I’m not right. The show went very well, the musicians we opened for were really kind and the crowd seemed into all the music.