Max thought it would be very cool to have a Brazilian band record a song about a tribe, in a Welsh castle. He left all the logistics to Andy. Captain Andy rounded up the mics, speakers, board, cables and every other detail necessary to accomplish this dream. There was a general fun feeling spreading through the compound.
The shadows in the castle walls were long and slicing. The sea gulls were circling, cawing all through the day. Musty acoustics, aged from weather and time. Sunshine fought to shine in the corners; the roof was long gone in some dusty century, but the walls still rose tight and strong. I sat at the back with Zyon and snapped photos and wrote on the card catalog in my brain and filed it under Castle Recording 1993.
|Max, Zyon, and Me|
|Me and Zyon|
At the beginning of the song, you can hear Andreas say in Portuguese, "Are you ready, Vovo?" Andy kept the sound of the seagulls above, live and fresh on the recording. The wind was our companion, a silent breeze. It was a beautiful day, cool in our barricade.
|ice cold sodas!|