Purportedly, Miles Davis never listened to his recordings once he was done with him. In his words (I’m paraphrasing) “it’s like looking back, and I only want to look forward.”
Years spent in the writing studio, then the recording studio, then the editing studio, it’s easy to forget the “essence” of the material, especially when it’s easier to be focused on “how” good it can sound, or how perfect you can make it.
I wrote in a prior blog about the current “auto-tuning” trend, now maybe becoming the “sing along to back tracks and lip synch” trend; The moment itself is gone.
Recently I was recording a guitar intro on something new and it came out completely spontaneous. Instinct begged me to immediately erase and continue on, over it. I didn’t.
After a few listens I wondered how I could justify writing something that happened both naturally and on it’s own. I’m thinking it’s really that good. I’m hoping it’s really that good.
Sometimes sloppiness can have feel that the auto-tune can’t replicate, and maybe that’s the humanity behind art. And hopefully, the humanity in recording it.