We're basically done

 

Yeah we're basically done. In other words, we recorded all the stuff that needs to be recorded. The last several days have been a wild ride. Organs, tambourines, and even vibra-slaps have been reverberating through the halls of Hurley . Our onslaught of burritos and In N Out continued, and we're all paying the price. Motel 6 bid us farewell, and our local Starbucks is wondering where we went. It feels like the last day of summer camp.

Recording music is a very special thing to me. I don't get how some bands just put out a new full length every year and just keep going and going. Recording is like giving birth to a baby you've had inside you for years, at least in my opinion. After a few births you're pretty out of it. But after like 5, I feel like you just start forgetting your kids names. I guess what I'm saying is, we could never put out a record just to put out a record. Pick any song on this record and I could talk to you about it for an hour. I feel so attached to every part and every word of every song that I couldn't imagine it any other way really. Is that weird?

All birthing aside, we definitely owe a lot to Hurley for helping make this all happen. This whole situation just seemed to fall into place as if it were all of our destinies. We wouldn't have done something like this with anyone else. Recording can be a stressful and exhausting process, and they made it great. 

You're probably thinking, "hey, fuck this blog the records done" but that would be jumping the gun. The thing is, there's a lot left to do. We still have to make all the artwork for the record, make videos, announce tours, so just consider this HQ for all matters pertaining to this record. Okay cool.

Love,

DY

 

Hurley is the bomb. Greg and Davey are the bomb.

Hurley is the bomb. Greg and Davey are the bomb.

Tweaking out 

Tweaking out 

Justin being nice on the keys

Justin being nice on the keys

Davey returning from a quick shank

Davey returning from a quick shank

 

Day Fifteen Or Something

 

Yeah okay fine we suck at blogging. It's really hard to remember okay?

Listen. This week was crazy. First of all, we sat next to Fred Durst at a diner yesterday. So we'll kick it off strong with that. Second of all, we only have one song left to record. We put in a full 12 hours on Friday and who knows how those songs are going to sound. We're stuffed to the brim with Mexican food and wired on coffee pretty much 24/7 so who's to say what this record is going to end up sounding like.

Here's what we can say. We're pretty sure this record doesn't suck. We're pretty sure this whole month has been awesome. Hurley has been great to us and we've made a lot of new friends. Also, we just confirmed a tour with one of our favorite bands right when our record comes out. 

We also went to the Angel Du$t show last weekend and that was awesome. They're possibly the coolest band out there right now. If you haven't heard their last record "A.D." yet then you're blowing it.

So here comes our last week. Soon to acclimate back into reality, we're soaking in every ray of sunshine that we can. 

Let's talk about stuff sometime. tweet us? 

 

Day Eight

 

Wow sorry this one took so long. We were really busy this week. But I guess the record wouldn't be very good if we were just sitting around writing blog posts all day?

It's a sunny California morning here and there's no place we'd rather be right now. Growing up skateboarding and listening to punk music in Maryland, somewhere like California always seemed so far away. You knew that's where all the action was, but it seemed like a different world. I mean, it kind of is. But when almost every magazine you read and every record you listen to as a kid came from California, you start to day dream. Where are those people in Maryland? No one skateboarded at my high school. No one listened to the music I did. 

Now I'm 28 and recording with my band here. And I still think about my 14 year old self staring at posters on my wall wondering what it would be like. 

Well, it's pretty good.

Tickling the 4 string. A beard you can hang your hat on.

Tickling the 4 string. A beard you can hang your hat on.

Justin crooning and Sergio editing. 

Justin crooning and Sergio editing. 

A candid moment with Sam and Davey.

A candid moment with Sam and Davey.

Beat ya feet

Beat ya feet

 

Day Five

 

Week one is officially DONE. Drums are DONE. 

Something that's kind of interesting about recording at the Hurley studio is that it's pretty much 9-5, Monday – Friday. Usually recording feels like more of a free-for-all, like recording long hours and not taking any off days. So our lives are very structured right now. It's kind of nice. Having said that, it's the weekend now and we're basically just sitting around scratching our butts.

I just want to take this time to talk about Chipotle really quick. So I walked into Chipotle last night and made my burrito bowl like any other average night in my life. I get to the register and the guys all like "hey, this one is on us. You're a regular here and we appreciate our regulars". Keep in mind we've been living in Costa Mesa for ONE WEEK.  We're actually thinking about naming our record Chipotle now.

Ready to face the day outside of our swanky Motel 6. We do have wi-fi.

Ready to face the day outside of our swanky Motel 6. We do have wi-fi.

Not pictured: Gross sweaty blue short-shorts

Not pictured: Gross sweaty blue short-shorts

Ripping the Hurley lot

Ripping the Hurley lot

 

Day Three

 

I think I just realized we're really boring. When you first get into the studio you're like "this shit is gonna be crazyyyy!!" and then 2 days later you're just slumped down in the couch slamming coffee wondering how it's already almost time to go home for the day. 

Today was day 3. A nice british man named Davey is recording us, and Greg Teal is our vibemaster. This morning, we witnessed a rambunctious homeless man get ejected from Starbucks. Before doing so, he made sure give us his stock pick for the day: ZGNX. According to him, they really took a hit after Phillip Seymour Hoffman's suicide, but things are looking up. We just needed to "shut up and listen".

Anyways, drums are halfway done. Drums are really hard and take forever. No wonder 95% of bands now don't have real ones. They just can't take the heat. In all honesty, it's kind of crazy that some of the most popular bands are also the most far removed from the music they supposedly make. Like millions of people line up for something that the band didn't play or write. If I was an alien visiting Earth I would definitely raise an eyebrow at that.

Today we met Craig Stecyk. He works at Hurley. It's kind of hard to explain but if you skateboard, you should know who he is. Skateboarding would be a lot different without him. He's the man.

That's all for now. Goodnight y'all

 

Day One

 

For the last year it's just felt like recording was this thing in the distant future, even up until a few days before. But now we're actually here and it still hasn't really set in. First, let's not beat around the bush...recording in southern california in January is grrreaaat (office space boss voice). It was 80 degrees today. It's hard to be in a bad mood when it's 80 degrees and sunny, and you're in a studio as nice as Hurley's. There's a Chipotle like a mile away too, so there's that. But yeah it's going down. We spent all day today going through the songs and making sure everything sounds right. We're pretty sure it does. So, tomorrow is drums. Time to eat diner food and watch Seinfeld. Tweet at us or something?

Love, DY

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