What a remarkable thing it is to be able to play with sound. To capture a moment of audio time, shape it, shift it, listen to it over and over again, share it with anyone who might be interested.
And what a way to go completely mad!
I've discovered that the business of audio recording epitomises the search for perfection, whether that be finding the perfect instrument, playing the perfect take, creating the perfect environment, owning the best equipment, developing the best ears, and on it goes. For someone like me, an independent songwriter traveling the quiet back roads on the outskirts of the mainstream music industry, audio recording becomes a matter of compromise - always aiming for the best, always seeking that elusive perfection, and then finding a way to be content with what can be achieved within the limitations.
Having said that, I've loved every agonising moment of recording and producing my music, from the early beginnings of singing into a tape deck, then to working with the amazingly talented Phil Turcio and Mark Domoney on my first CD, through to buying a home recording system so Frank and I could puddle away to our hearts' content whenever we wanted.
Songwriting, on the other hand, is a sheer delight and an absolute necessity. As with Frank and his poetry, song for me is the life-source, the holy well, the next breath and the final word. And when I've sung all the words I need to sing, there's always music.
Leanne Murphy, 2010
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