I record every day. Every night. Everywhere I go. It’s how I survive the human experience. My soul is a sponge and the only way to wring it out correctly and accurately, for me, is to generate music from every moment of life I inhale.
A few years ago, I discovered a great mic called the Blue Snowball. It was love at first sight. The more I travel, the more I put recording engineers onto the incredible quality this little thing delivers, and I swear I have not used a single studio mic, or recorded in a proper studio for that matter, in the last four years (no joke!).
Being an artist on the road takes it’s toll on the mind and body. Sometimes, it’s just too much to ask to have me rush from airport or car after a long road trip to the gig then to a sterile studio environment. I can’t be bothered. Therefore, I record in the moment of inspiration. I pose this question: If life as we are living it fails to inspire, why make art in the first place?
In this particular clip, my good friend and producer extraordinaire, Atropolis, and I were en route to a gig at The Good Life in Boston travelling from New York. One thing I had forgotten to do prior to leaving the city was deliver verses for a song Thornato and I had to finish. Witness and marvel at how I knocked out my work while in gridlock on a rainy journey up to Beantown.
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