Sounds pretty good, right? Lucid Films. My friend Aaron came up with that years ago as the name of his production company should he start one. I immediately stole it from him, and have used it ever since. Lucid Films. I effin LOVE it.
Last night, as I was driving home listening to the new Tiny Frank songs (Yes, I listen to my own songs. Why write them if I am not going to listen to them? That makes no sense.) and I was struck by the quality of the recordings. It’s not pristine studio quality, by any means. It’s just recorded on a little hand-held MP3 recorder. However, there is a quality to the recordings I believe to be lacking in the studio stuff. The songs sound genuine. Real. The energy of Stretch and I just hanging out jamming is completely captured. Add to that the “early days of vinyl” quality it has, and it sounds pretty golden.
This got me thinking; what if we recorded our entire second album that way, and released it as is? It’s not as if we are some super famous group getting ready to sign a contract and go on tour. We are a guitar duo that happens to write songs our friends enjoy. That’s it. So, we don’t need to spend a fortune on some high-end recordings, when we can do it ourselves in a garage over a couple of drinks and cool conversation.
This got me thinking; I could call my “recording studio” Lucid Films. Lucid Films Productions. My rationale? I had never realized (“thought of it this way” would be more accurate) that Lucid Films sums up my relationship to music. Each song is a mini movie. When I listen to a song, my imagination runs wild. I feel intensely, and I experience a multitude of things. Each song is its own… wait for it… Lucid Film.
Not bad, eh? Didn’t see that coming. TINA FEY! Didn’t see that coming either, did you?
So, Aaron, it’s official. I am stealing Lucid Films as the name of my recording studio. Look for our first release, Tiny Frank’s second album, later this year.
I have missed you all. It has been absolutely torturous not being able to write. I would sit here and begin something, only to cut it in the end. Or, worse yet, sitting here and writing nothing at all. It is the closest thing I can think of as far as relating to guys with E.D.
I realize this isn’t my best, but it was still nice to write and get to say hello.
See you soon.