This is a crazy time for the twin cities gay men’s chorus. Not only is it our 35th anniversary, but we are preparing a brand new commissioned work for our spring concert and GALA chorus events.
As I’ve mentioned before, the commissioned operetta is based on the book Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan. It’s a young adult novel with several intersecting storylines, narrated by a generation of gay men who have died from AIDS.
Anyway, as part of this whole shebang, we are recording the work, which will be available on CD at the GALA festival as well as at our concert. The first recording session was last night.
It didn’t go so well.
First of all, the piece has some orchestration for string quartet, trumpet, piano, and percussion. We’ve only ever heard the piano so there was a learning curve with that. Secondly, you have a chorus made up of amateur singers. Who are gay men.
And noisy AF.
You would seriously think these guys had zero common sense. We are RECORDING people. You have to be absolutely still and quiet. No page rustling. No whispered comments. Absolutely no movement on the choral risers because they creak.
And for fucks sake– TURN OFF YOUE GODDAMN PHONES.
After the first phone rang and ruined a take, you would think that everyone would make sure their phones were silenced. But no.
And one guy brought his kids. His KIDS! And they were late and walked in right in the middle of a take. Um, this one may have been a time to use a baby sitter. Or better yet, maybe you just don’t come.
All that aside, things were going fairly decently– until the sound engineer’s equipment blew up.
Yup. During a take, all of a sudden there was this pop and the clattering of metal on the stage. We all thought the percussionist had dropped something.
Turns out the power supply on the equipment blew and took the recording heads with it.
So we lost like 2.5 hours of scheduled recording time last night. Which means we are gonna have to work like rented mules during tonight’s four hour session to lay some serious tracks!
It will be cool once it’s all done- but man is it a lot of work. And stressful! I am so paranoid about moving or making extraneous noise that I don’t even breathe after every take.