Sound editing is a fine art and I do not master it, but I had to learn a thing or two, just like every independent musician. I must confess to you that it is one of my least favourite parts of post production and, consequently, a task that I usually put off until I can no longer ignore it.
This is the case with more than an hour and a half recordings. They are takes of a very special live concert: the release of my EP So Now, five years ago.
Precisely because it was a concert whose memories keep me warm on rainy days, the usual difficulty of dealing with my recordings increased a lot, to the point where I was already two weeks behind my schedule (!)
Okay, my schedule is flexible, but it is still quite a delay, and it made me wonder why it is so hard to deal with, let us say, my yesterday version.
My first guess is that it is because I am used to doing my chores listening to music or a podcast, with headphones on. However, when editing audios this form of distraction is not possible, that is: it demands on hundred percent concentration and who has such percentage of concentration nowadays? No-one!
This is indeed an important factor, but certainly not the main one. Searching deeper in my heart for the true causes, what I find are a mix of feelings. A bit of shame for possible mistakes and a certain irritation for no longer being able to change them.
However, digging a little bit deeper, I find one more feeling. Perhaps the central piece, without which my puzzle is not only incomplete, but also meaningless. I am talking about nostalgia.
If you cannot understand the reason for my dilemma, you certainly are not familiar with the selective function of memory. Remembering things is returning to what no longer exists in the outside world, but is still alive for and within us. The complex and sophisticated mechanism of memory is not only limited to being a screen where images of memories are projected.
Comparing our memories to scenes from a movie, we could say that our minds have the power of rewriting lines, changing actors, backgrounds and shooting angles, editing and giving the final cut. Now think about how much my mind could have changed my memories of the show over a period of five years. Scary, hu?.
What if I get to the end of the recordings and find out that my performance was not as good as I remember it? And what if the audience was not as receptive as I have it in mind?
The only solution I can think of is to try to deal with the recordings with the detachment that a professional editor would have. It does not really matter if the recordings do not show my A-material. Maybe the night was not perfect, so what?
The important thing is that So Now was able to create perfect memories. This is the real magic.
Be seeing you!
G.F.