From: owner-vicious-thorn-digest@smoe.org (vicious-thorn-digest) To: vicious-thorn-digest@smoe.org Subject: vicious-thorn-digest V4 #14 Reply-To: vicious-thorn@smoe.org Sender: owner-vicious-thorn-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-vicious-thorn-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk vicious-thorn-digest Saturday, March 4 2000 Volume 04 : Number 014 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Omicron's field trip to the Warehouse Studio ["omicron" Subject: Omicron's field trip to the Warehouse Studio This is a multi-part message in MIME format. - ------=_NextPart_000_005D_01BF8503.EE6A4040 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable The rain was a bit on the cold side, making the late evening seem a = little darker. Johnny had the "connections," so he was on the phone trying to = get ahold of anyone who knew whether the completely nondescript red brick building we were standing next to in what seemed like the ass-end of = Gastown was, in fact, the celebrated Warehouse Studio. Learning finally that it was, but that Garrett Schwartz and Vic Levak were currently out, we = stepped up to what appeared to be the front door and buzzed up. The lady who answered was nice enough to believe our story about why we were there, = and let us in to wait for Balligomingo. The building immediately proved to be a far more interesting structure = from the inside: the front wall was partially false, and to our left was a = small grassy lawn. Upon entering the actual studio space to our right, we = were faced by a large, narrow glass case lined with shelves of microphones of every imaginable variety, some so old-looking it was as though they = dated back to the invention of the mike. It was quite a high, open interior, = and we followed our ears up a flight of stairs towards a loft with people = mixing music or something. We never found out what they were doing exactly; meeting us at the top of the stairs was a sk8r-esque guy who led us back down to the ground floor, through a couple sets of doors, and into a = waiting room where we were free to, uh, wait. A few minutes later, Garrett and Vic showed up with a couple other = people. The young woman turned out to be Beverly, the songstress that Garrett = had been raving about. The goateed man I learned to be record = producer/sound engineer extrordinaire Greg Reely, "the William Orbit of Canada" in the words of Bill Leeb. (Speaking of whom, Bill couldn't make it that = evening - family responsibilities or something. Oh well...) Johnny and I were = led into an adjacent room containing a mixer board of impressive size (I = didn't know that many knobs and sliders existed in the entire world!) and some stereo and computer equipment on the far wall. Garrett immediately = fired up "Heat" on the stereo, and I finally got to hear Kristy Thirsk's voice on that track through speakers far more adequate than my PC's. Next came "Lost," featuring Camille Miller, one of the more heavily Delerium influenced tracks off the promo CD's I got in the mail. Garrett began telling me how very pleased he was with how well both of these tracks = were doing on mp3.com. It was obvious how passionate he was about his = music. He then played a newer track, a very rough demo version of "Waiting" featuring kaRIN. A heavy trip-hop style track with dark-yet-sweet = vocals, it had a great mood to it, slow and driving. I hoped it wouldn't change = too much when making the transition to final recording, but hey, Delerium = were to be at the production wheel for that one, so no worries. Greg and Vic then took the helm and began working on a track called = "Lust," with Beverly on vox. Though her voice was EQed fairly low and overly compressed for the sake of the task at hand, I could hear what all the = fuss was about: truly, a powerful set of pipes on this girl. Evidently, = this particular song was called "Sacred" before being handed over to Beverly = to work her magic. Once you hear it, you'll understand what prompted the = name change. All I could say afterwards was variations on "Wow," and "Beautiful." Later on, we sat around and discussed all things musical over beer (Carlsburg, for all two of you who may actually care). Over the course = of the conversation I learned some, shall we say, "interesting" things = about certain musical heros we all hold dear. Nothing scandalous, but some = bits did make me smile. Then the "Late Show" came on TV, and I realized I should be getting = home. It was quite a memorable evening for a fanboy like myself. omicron ______________________________ Love your starfish. - ------=_NextPart_000_005D_01BF8503.EE6A4040 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable
The rain was a bit on the cold side, = making the=20 late evening seem a little
darker.  Johnny had the = "connections," so he=20 was on the phone trying to get
ahold of anyone who knew whether the=20 completely nondescript red brick
building we were standing next to in = what=20 seemed like the ass-end of Gastown
was, in fact, the celebrated = Warehouse=20 Studio.  Learning finally that it
was, but that Garrett Schwartz = and Vic=20 Levak were currently out, we stepped
up to what appeared to be the = front door=20 and buzzed up. The lady who
answered was nice enough to believe our = story=20 about why we were there, and
let us in to wait for = Balligomingo.

The=20 building immediately proved to be a far more interesting structure = from
the=20 inside: the front wall was partially false, and to our left was a=20 small
grassy lawn.  Upon entering the actual studio space to our = right,=20 we were
faced by a large, narrow glass case lined with shelves of = microphones=20 of
every imaginable variety, some so old-looking it was as though = they=20 dated
back to the invention of the mike.  It was quite a high, = open=20 interior, and
we followed our ears up a flight of stairs towards a = loft with=20 people mixing
music or something.  We never found out what they = were=20 doing exactly;
meeting us at the top of the stairs was a sk8r-esque = guy who=20 led us back
down to the ground floor, through a couple sets of doors, = and=20 into a waiting
room where we were free to, uh, wait.

A few = minutes=20 later, Garrett and Vic showed up with a couple other people.
The = young woman=20 turned out to be Beverly, the songstress that Garrett had
been raving = about.  The goateed man I learned to be record = producer/sound
engineer=20 extrordinaire Greg Reely, "the William Orbit of Canada" in the
words = of Bill=20 Leeb.  (Speaking of whom, Bill couldn't make it that evening = - -
family=20 responsibilities or something.  Oh well...)  Johnny and I were = led
into an adjacent room containing a mixer board of impressive size = (I=20 didn't
know that many knobs and sliders existed in the entire world!) = and=20 some
stereo and computer equipment on the far wall.  Garrett = immediately=20 fired up
"Heat" on the stereo, and I finally got to hear Kristy = Thirsk's=20 voice on
that track through speakers far more adequate than my = PC's. =20 Next came
"Lost," featuring Camille Miller, one of the more heavily=20 Delerium
influenced tracks off the promo CD's I got in the = mail. =20 Garrett began
telling me how very pleased he was with how well both = of these=20 tracks were
doing on  mp3.com.  It was obvious how = passionate he=20 was about his music.

He then played a newer track, a very rough = demo=20 version of "Waiting"
featuring kaRIN.  A heavy trip-hop style = track with=20 dark-yet-sweet vocals,
it had a great mood to it, slow and = driving.  I=20 hoped it wouldn't change too
much when making the transition to final = recording, but hey, Delerium were
to be at the production wheel for = that one,=20 so no worries.

Greg and Vic then took the helm and began working = on a=20 track called "Lust,"
with Beverly on vox.  Though her voice was = EQed=20 fairly low and overly
compressed for the sake of the task at hand, I = could=20 hear what all the fuss
was about:  truly, a powerful set of = pipes on=20 this girl.  Evidently, this
particular song was called "Sacred" = before=20 being handed over to Beverly to
work her magic.  Once you hear = it,=20 you'll understand what prompted the name
change.  All I could = say=20 afterwards was variations on "Wow," and
"Beautiful."

Later on, = we sat=20 around and discussed all things musical over beer
(Carlsburg, for all = two of=20 you who may actually care).  Over the course of
the conversation = I=20 learned some, shall we say, "interesting" things about
certain = musical heros=20 we all hold dear.  Nothing scandalous, but some bits
did make me = smile.

Then the "Late Show" came on TV, and I realized I should = be=20 getting home.

It was quite a memorable evening for a fanboy like=20 myself.
omicron
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Love=20 your starfish.
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