I recorded them all. Big bands and tiny dirt bands.

My recording studio.
For about ten years I owned and operated a recording studio. Recording almost anything from a girl laughing and up to a big band playing old standards. And of course, everything in between. Pop, country, rock, and jazz vocalist. Church choirs and rap groups. Harmonicas, multi-string Harp players, and harpsichordists. Clarinetists, saxophonist, flutists, trumpeters, and trombonists. Guitarists, slide guitarists, banjo players, mandolinists, violinists, fiddlests, cellists, bassists, electric guitars, electric bass, electric steel guitar, and all kinds of electric keyboards and pianos. Acoustic piano, acoustic drums and electric drums and drum machines. Jazz bands, old rock and roll bands, hard rock bands, pop bands, Mexican rock bands, Laotion bands, country bands, gospel bands, western swing bands, computerized bands, and a few undefined experimental bands. Recording Oldies, old standards, up to current rock and pop. Recorded narrations for audio and video production. Voice over for radio and TV ads Song writers needing demos with musicians and vocals. Recorded folk music and gospel music. R and B, blues, and Reggae. Many bands and musicians had no idea what it took to record a song with instruments and vocals. . Thinking they all could just come in and sit, pick, and sing. Then waa laa, all is done. No siree. It requires many takes and overdubbing and mixing down rhythm tracks. Many bands came in unprepared and unrehearsed. Expensive studio time is not a good place to rehearse. You should know your stuff before coming to the studio. Most bands just wanted a demo cassette tape with three or four of their best cover tunes. Demo tapes given to prospective music venues. Restaurants, bars, night clubs, small performance theaters, etc.
Now There was this one girl/ lady who wanted to form a band only to quickly lose the interests of musicians invited to participate in her new band. She had no idea what she was doing. Finally, it boiled down to just her. My opinion was she had no talent. I had to deliver the bad news. I told her she needs to go back to her day-job or go back to school. She was crushed. None the less, she was wasting hers and my time.
Fortunately, the studio morphed into a specialty advertising company. So, no more hopeful want-to-be country, pop, and rock superstars to deal with and disappoint. Recording production for marketing and advertising clients paid the best. Besides, I was too old to put up any more with crazy and unreliable dirt bands and it’s attending rowdy yahoos and nare-do-wells. I’ll take a short session with a voice over client any time. Okay, take two…

Published by Okie Beyond borders

I come from a family who migrated from the parched red dirt Plaines of southern rural Oklahoma. Migrating to blue collar working class community of East Los Angeles. There is where I was born. I am Mr. Writermelon. I can only write what my grammar and spell checker allows. I am neither profound nor profane. Boy howdy! Send comment to: Mr.writermelon@gmail.com

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