(Left) The enemy
My band just finished mixing its debut CD and I hate to admit that after all the hard work it took to complete, I walked away with mixed emotions. Don’t get me wrong, I was happy with all of the performances and feel that we wound up with a nice selection of songs. I’m even satisfied with the final mix, except for one thing – the drums don’t sound like my drums.
I knew going in that the producer had a radically different opinion than I do about studio drum sounds. I like a lively, wide-open Steve Jordan sound with lots of pinging overtones, a tightly tuned snare, big booming toms, and minimal muffling on the bass drum. But he wanted a controlled, deadened Steely Dan ’70s sound, with a deep-voiced snare tone and very little resonance from any of the drums.
Time and money were big issues when we went in to cut our basic tracks. I didn’t want to get into an argument with the producer about drum sounds, because not only would it waste precious time, it could create a hostile vibe right off the bat, and poison the atmosphere in the recording studio. So with all that in mind, I swallowed my pride and made each and every alteration to my drum sound that the dude asked me to make.
We replaced my snappy 1-ply snare batter head with a coated 2-ply head with a dot and tuned the sucker way down. All of my toms were muffled with duct tape. The front bass drumhead was removed and the drum was stuffed with a huge pillow. I was proud that I took the high road and acted professionally, but couldn’t shake the idea that my compliance had helped transform my beloved drums into this dull, lifeless, thudding, rhythm-making behemoth!
Okay, here’s the real kicker. By the time we finally got around to mixing the tracks, the producer was long gone. He and the band had a falling out and we were left to produce the final product ourselves. So I learned my lesson, once and for all. Life is too short. It takes a long time to develop your personal drum sound. Don’t compromise it. Argue if you must, otherwise you’ll probably have to live with the consequences forever.