Having spent another night tinkering with my Bush House recordings below stairs, I initially thought I was hearing things when I popped upstairs for a 6am tea-break. Spending the night in the bowels of a largely empty building surrounded by weird creaking noises can do funny things to a chap. Fortunately on this occasion there was a much simpler explanation:
I should know better than to leave the machines dubbing themselves off in my absence, the last time I did the reels jammed and spooled a great big puddle of tape all over the floor. However, the only problem on this occasion was a momentary sense of confusion.
Work on the project (working title ‘My Life In The Ghosts Of Bush’– until I come up with a better one) is continuing apace and at some point I might be ready for a great unveiling. But not just yet. Time is running out for Studio S6, the Fostex the Studer, and of course Bush House. Soon the curtain will drop on them all. So, while there is still a working studio and a functioning tape machine the tinkering continues. I’m not sure if I’d be so bold as to call it a last hurrah, but I hope you get the idea.
Robin The Fog 