There are multiple plates spinning at House Alchemist these days and it does get hard to keep track of them all. In a sense, I would use you as my diary. Feel free to remind me about any of this stuff as and when you feel like it.
Ben The Luthier is back from his long sojourn. I have explained to him in no uncertain terms that such a lengthy period of absence shall not be tolerated in the future. We have backlog and I am three-hundred percent certain that my money is better off in his pocket. You may remember the acoustic I had him revive in true Nashville style a while back. That project is very much on hold as I finally decided - what with the record approaching - that it was time to do something with this.
This is a late 1960s Guyatone LG series Teisco-like that I picked up from the merchants at Wunjo a few years back. I’ve had it lying around the house for an age and finally made good on my promise to let Ben at it. This seemed more interesting (she has light switches for pickups) than just buying one of the new American Pro Jaguars and may just be the demerol equivalent. She’s in need of some serious TLC, having been thrown around more than a few garages by every Japanese punk band under the sun and that bridge is wild unstable. That being said, I can spot an ugly duckling with relative ease and this guitar is just a few hundred green away from black swan material.
Mr Miller has found us a studio that - while not on a boat - is located inside an abandoned crypt somewhere in London. It might even be here but only time will tell. I explained to Nicolai that we could be moving our venture from seaward to graveyard and did not have to complete my sentence to be met with vigorous approval. Nor did I expect to have to: it’s N as F. When I inquired as to their backline, I was pleasantly surprised. By everything. Any studio that offers to let me twin an original Fender Twin and an AC30 has full claim to my firstborn. In turn, Thomas explained that he only wanted to record at a place that shall offer him unbridled use of an original Black Beauty snare so, you know, he’s happy.
The Rosita has been somewhat unwell of late. There was a preamp and then there was no preamp and a temporary modern preamp while we waited for the proper preamp. That is accurate. The new part arrived late last week and is currently being fitted by Andy The Technomancer as I type this. Much in the same way that a piano being tuned or bells being hung are fascinating processes to watch, this is simultaneously arcane and voyeuristic. As for the Rosita, she is lain disembowelled about the listening room floor.
Disturbingly enough, she is now fully capable of playing records in this state of undress, even without power as he turns her round by hand and she sings as though from a great and altering depth. It is macabre and obscene and I cannot look away.
JD - TACOCAT