Friday began the actual recording of the much-anticipated (only by me, but still) lost Copper Man album, Americana. This is the project that's going to occupy much of my summer and at least a few hours of the summer of as many musicians as I know who are willing to do it. As usual, great drummers are easy for me to come by, but guitarists are thin on the ground. Still, given the more stripped down sound I'm going for with this, I can handle all of the rhythm guitar work and bass, and hopefully be able to drop in the ringers strategically for the three or four songs that could really use that extra guitar polish.
As mentioned, as one half of the pair of great drummers, Sean trouped in and delivered three outstanding tracks. This being the first time Sean was exposed to the direct Dave Kopperman arrangement process - a mixture of snarky comments and completely indecipherable directives - the fact that he was able to turn in such great performances even with me as an obstacle is nothing short of miraculous.
Three songs down, twenty to go.
Saturday, Yesenia and I took a shortish-longish drive up to Highland Mills to visit a winery, one of our more favorite types of day-killers. As we stood at the bar in the shop, making our way through the tasting flight, Yesenia asked me (not unbidden) when I had become such a wine snob.
Well, I said, it was the one-two punch of our trips together to Napa and Mendoza. Would she want me any other way?
She said no. I wanted to follow up and ask her if she wanted me the way I already am, but I didn't feel like pressing my luck.