dimanche 30 septembre 2012
samedi 29 septembre 2012
vendredi 28 septembre 2012
"It's been hard giving it up when you wanted it back"
The brand new song we recorded Yesterday is being mixed right now by Joe Chicharelli.
Overdubs and vocals were recorded yesterday,we had a blast doing that. Finished the lyrics at the last minute,old school style.
We had a drink with Eddie Kramer in the parc,who happened to be there,he told me how he loved Van Gogh,and said the song sounded great. Eddie fucking Kramer,can you believe that.
What a great place this studio is.
Overdubs and vocals were recorded yesterday,we had a blast doing that. Finished the lyrics at the last minute,old school style.
We had a drink with Eddie Kramer in the parc,who happened to be there,he told me how he loved Van Gogh,and said the song sounded great. Eddie fucking Kramer,can you believe that.
What a great place this studio is.
mercredi 26 septembre 2012
Work in progress
about to start the recording session with Joe Chicharelli,after one very good rehearsal day yesterday.
La Fabrique is an amazing studio. There are about 200 000 Vinyls in the building,and the studio's main room is surrounded by them.
Joe is amazing. He spent 6 hours working on the song with us yesterday,tapping on some floor toms,and having 5 ideas a second. The guy has made so many great records,it is sweet to see how passionate he is.
Nous nous apprêtons à démarrer la session d'enregistrement d'un nouveau titre avec Joe Chicharelli.
Le studio est incroyable,avec ses 200 000 vinyls aux murs,la principale pièce du studio en est d'ailleurs complètement entourée.
Très bonne journée de répétition du titre hier,avec un producteur qui a passé 6 heures à échanger et a travailler sur la chanson avec nous,en tapant sur des toms,et en ayant 5 idées par minute.
Impatient de mettre ça sur bande.
dimanche 23 septembre 2012
samedi 22 septembre 2012
Back To Black
Next week we'll have the chance to work on a brand new song at La Fabrique Studio,south of France,with the producer Joe Chicharelli (the white stripes,the strokes,the shins...etc).
Didnt think i'd be back to writing before at least a year...but here we are.
Good old scrap book and lofi demo stuff.
Good to be back in the studio.
Didnt think i'd be back to writing before at least a year...but here we are.
Good old scrap book and lofi demo stuff.
Good to be back in the studio.
dimanche 16 septembre 2012
jeudi 13 septembre 2012
I HAD A BLAST FOR A WHILE AND GOT TIRED AGAIN
Our new E.P will be out in a few days, the lyrics are now online on www.h-burns.com
Here are the lyrics for "SIX YEARS". This song will be the first single and video clip from our new album
Here are the lyrics for "SIX YEARS". This song will be the first single and video clip from our new album
I've been burning my life from both ends
it scares the shit out of me,just to get back in it
outside hurts my pride
but inside takes me back,where i'm on trial
been asleep on the floor for a week or so
laid down laid low,to taste the cold of it
a passenger of your life,
a stowaway hidden there,in the back your head
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map i must belong
several times i tried,to be someone in your eyes
Six years on the backseat of your car
went out, to watch the moon and the size of it
noticed the time,and got sick of it
would something blow my mind?
cause it's your hands on the wheel, and i'm only lying
had a blast for a while,and got tired again
laid down,laid low,taste the irony
outside hurts my pride
but inside takes me back,where i'm on trial
There must be another way
Lay down the innocence
We're not just subway bound
lay down the innocence
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map i should belong
several times i tried,to be someone in your eyes
but it's been six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
it scares the shit out of me,just to get back in it
outside hurts my pride
but inside takes me back,where i'm on trial
been asleep on the floor for a week or so
laid down laid low,to taste the cold of it
a passenger of your life,
a stowaway hidden there,in the back your head
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map i must belong
several times i tried,to be someone in your eyes
Six years on the backseat of your car
went out, to watch the moon and the size of it
noticed the time,and got sick of it
would something blow my mind?
cause it's your hands on the wheel, and i'm only lying
had a blast for a while,and got tired again
laid down,laid low,taste the irony
outside hurts my pride
but inside takes me back,where i'm on trial
There must be another way
Lay down the innocence
We're not just subway bound
lay down the innocence
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map i should belong
several times i tried,to be someone in your eyes
but it's been six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
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