Meeting With A Record Producer ...

All day, there was a question rattling around in my head :

At what point in the year of unknowable things is it alright for things to begin taking shape?

My possible answer : how 'bout now?!

Beth Ann and I met with a record producer this evening. He is a friend of hers, who I know as the producer of some of my and Bug's favorite albums in the 90's. (He produced and played on a very successful album / #1 hit song that I am certain you've heard, but this is not the place for name dropping.)

BA and I have been talking for awhile now about trying to meet with him, to see if he'd be interested in working with us. That being said, tonight's meeting actually came together very quickly, having only been decided on yesterday. I like that kind of spontaneity, though. It bodes well for the project.

We met at his place, which is an entire house converted into a recording studio. It was cozy, and he asked marvelous questions (not just about music) and when talk did turn to the nuts and bolts of this project, BA very graciously let me take point. The producer could tell instantly that I was a professional, and our shared language pleased us both.

We barely played for him. We barely had to. He could tell what we were capable of and he wants to work with us. Of course, considering his renown, we are going to have to have to do some serious fundraising (about the price of a small car). Kickstarter is a possibility, of course. But we are also looking into serious old-school art patronage, since some people have expressed interest ...

There's so much to do, so much to prepare (yet remain open for) before we can begin the project. Hell, I'm still planning to produce a short term demo for us up here in The Womb, so at least I can book us some gigs while the full album gets completed (which I imagine will take a few months).

But tonight was another beginning, make no mistake. Intentions were set. Possible futures got a little clearer. I will be releasing a full length, bells and whistles, professional recording in the year of unknowable things, the truth of which makes the year ever so slightly more knowable.

Bring it on, then.