Zen of Recording
  • Context Is Crucial

    She moved through the restaurant as if floating on air, like a wingless angel held aloft by her very presence, an intoxicating combination of serenity, grace, and radiant, stoic beauty. From the first glimpse of her entrance, he had watched her with an enraptured focus usually reserved for a bases-loaded 3-2 pitch in the bottom […]

  • Chatter

    It is 5:29 p.m. July 22nd, three days past my deadline to turn in this column and I cannot write. Or at least, I haven’t until now… It’s not just the bills or the everyday busy-ness that goes on the service of going about paying them. Nor is it my little boy I am helping […]

  • Navigating Miles

    Through the velvety dark stillness of 4am, a lone mockingbird runs through what seems to be its entire repertoire of songs, calls, and impersonations to a (mostly) still sleeping audience. I awake without my alarm’s assistance and make my way to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee, gently closing doors for the still […]

  • Digging “Deeper”

    Question: How many Emo musicians does it take to screw in a light bulb? Answer: Six. The guitarist does it, while the rest of the band yells “More reverb!” A great many of records that I produced in the early 2000s were ambitious sonic explorations from hip, arty, and fearless bands with walks full of […]

  • Two Faces, Countless Expressions

    I cautiously made my way toward the NAMM show exhibitor’s booth with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation usually reserved for a trip to the optometrist. You know: “Will these frames make me look every bit the rock star I know myself to be, or will I disdainfully rip them off of my face with […]

  • americana

    I stepped outside, bare feet and bathrobe to retrieve the newspaper from the driveway this morning as I do most every day. The first spears of daylight were fading in like distant dissonant feedback, bringing with them a swell of vibrant, almost tintinnabulatic activity. The calls, challenges, and, at times, absolutely mesmerizing songs of the […]

  • El NAMMio

    This month will probably be forever remembered by me as the Summer of the Winter of 2016. To think that a year ago I was surrounded by the virgin-white purity of Utah’s decidedly chilly snowdrifts is almost unimaginable. Here I sit barefoot, doors and windows open whilst San Diego’s ions and ozone breathe cleansing breezes […]

  • The War of Will, a Final Chapter

    The dining room table. It’s where I left off in our story and, somewhat fittingly, where this last chapter begins and ends. As a writer of songs (and in recent years technical musings and product reviews), I have always felt most comfortable doing so at the kitchen table. I’m not quite sure where this phenomenon […]

  • The War of Will, Part 5

    Home. I struck out in search of my true home when I was barely 18 and until I was 32, I had called a great many places that. San Diego, El Cajon, Santee, La Mesa, Pacific Beach, and Spring Valley… Garden apartments, spare rooms, couches, lofts, garages, and all types of houses big and small… […]

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