Every instrument that we recorded, every piece of wiring, everything we used to make this possible is on the front cover (photographed in the room, on the bed, where it was recorded) and we made a pact to only record in mono, using an SM57 for every instrument. So while there are overdubs, everything is coming to the listener through one microphone. Pretty neat.
The pink kerchief was used as a pop-screen so our B's and P's and windy S's didn't explode your ears. The pop screen was being used in The Living End (Studio B, shall we say) at the time. When I say Studio A and Studio B, It's a joke: Just two different rooms in the same house.
Sometimes you can hear the people in the other rooms of the house, as we were recording at all hours with friends around outside the little doorway.
Julia and I wrote our lyrics apart from one another for the most part and she put the musical ideas we recored in Garageband onto her cellphone to carry with her. We brought them together and brainstormed most of the choruses to bridge the two ideas together for each song. Honeybooks is about being alone with your imagination and that inner working space, even when you are with someone else; There's something so important to me about late nights by myself working on something creative and exploratory, twiddling dials and moving microphones around is the same feeling as getting lost in a book for 4 or 5 hours. Cold House (On The DL) is an ode to my favourite little house on Bay Street. Eternally cold from pure stubbornness.
We hope you enjoy!
released October 20, 2008
All Instruments by Julia Wakal and Aidan Knight
Recorded and Written at The Bedroom Studio A
Mixed at The Living End
The cracks of twigs and hands to birch
to brush the leaves upon us
the scruff of dirt and squish of mud
we built our own adventure
found a creek and built a bridge
to cross the creek in summer
at winters end the water flowed
and tore the bridge from both shores
the season’s change
to tell the paths apart
the hideout code
yelled from the road
will let you in the park
We climbed a hill to build a fort
the hill became a castle
at summer’s end we lost our walls
the leaves all fell and crumbled
in autumn’s wind, we huddled close
and spoke in silly accents
we ran in fields shouting shots
til we were were warm and panting
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