Here's a faux master of the latest collaboration between Torrey and I - along with Greg Loyacano.
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Here's the mastered version...
TLMIE MASTERED Written by Bliss/Cochrane
The drums are BIAB as usual. I had almost no trouble sitting them in the mix this time.
Torrey Bliss wrote the melody, sang lead, backing and harmony vocals plus edited the lyrics.
Greg Loyacano played the three guitar tracks - Les Paul into Marshalls.
James Dodd did the solo on his Crimson custom into a Blackstar.
My end of the task was done in BIAB 11 and then in Reaper with native Reaper plugins, (comp & EQ plus a combo of those two to create a de-esser and 1 instance each of reverb and delay). The only non Reaper VST was PSP Vintage Warmer 2 which was used on the the vocal bus (semi driven tape), the guitar bus (semi driven tape) and the rhythm bus (light driven tape). I do have a squillion VST/plugs but have slowly moved away from using them.
I played bass.
The narrative is, basically, a biographical essay of one of the most influential writers of the 20th century.
I will be sending this for mastering but know you folks would probably like to comment, suggest or review the track and this version is fairly compliant with the forum's preferences.
Here're the lyrics...
The Last Man In Europe.
The last man in Europe struck a match
Another chain smoker in a Spanish trench
Front line Sietamo: copped one in the throat
Fascist’s bullets - no antidote
Even in the darkness was seen between the shots
“England’s brighter blue between the chimney pots “
Doss house, tea, bread, margarine
Beggars, mine workers: sights can’t be unseen.
The last man in Europe struck a match
Huddled but not cowered, sewed another patch
Matches, cigarette, an unbroken chain
Up to Wigan Pier and back again
A home guard rifle underneath the bed
Grenades on the mantelpiece better than being dead
Wife, death, the boy in nanny’s lap
Rumours, replace tumours, war filled the gap
Sanatorium isolation, type writer, cigarette
Smokey paraffin fire, can’t hold the boy yet
Politics of art, art’s politics
Economy, conformity, a gentler fascist.
The last man in Europe struck a match
Sucked in the air: each breath he could snatch
Nicotine, blood stains, colour teeth and lips
Death draws each breath in bloody sips
Please feel free to comment on any and all aspects.
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