I got more than a mere lack of varnish. I got something nearly completely lacking a wood finish at all.
Whatever gifts I lack as a creator of music, let me assure you that they are more than doubled by my lack of gifts as a sound mixer. Just because one can work the knobs does not make one a sound engineer. At first, I was fairly sparing on the sound input and "mix" knobs, aiming for a non-clever sound which merely adjusted downward as much of the irritating part of the metallic hums as possible. Later in the recording, I went for more elaborate mixes, trying to highlight the richness in the sound (translation: trying to make it sound a little less gawdawful).
This morning I listened to the resulting "mixed" tape.
The portions in which I played it safe are only irritating as music, but not as a sound mix. The portions in which I applied my earnest artistic ear include a series of inadvertent "mixes out", one song altogether omitted (in fairness, this is probably a "hit the record key" matter) and an uneven-ness not native to the original tracks. I must remix this portion, but at least the project is now 2/3rd mixed.
I am not an unbiased ear, but I have developed many inner questions about the recording. Is it really effective to start the first track with an easy listening guitar track in the left headphone, accompanied by an annoying electric hum in the right? Was the two minute nose flute solo really a positive addition? Just how many moments of Hendrix-homage slow space-flanged guitar can one CD hold? Will the track in which the metal ball bearings in the Diet Coke plastic bottle sound like someone chewing corn chips really be redeemed by titling the song "Robot Breakfast"?
Just how many minor chord flanged electric autoharp chords are required to reach the legal maximum? These are the issues that try the artist's soul. Fortunately, I pre-defined to project to resist self-editing for mere reasons of lack of quality. I instead came up with the single sentece of liner note that I wish the CD to have: "We went weird in an effort to amuse". I wonder if that's my personal mission statement. I do find the whole process amusing, so perhaps I am at least able to humour myself.
I must say that I am very discouraged with The National Network. I turned on that station several times last night, only to find a discernible lack of Star Trek re-runs. What is the point of having the rights to Star Trek: The Next Generation if you are not going to play them 24 hours a day? I still haven't figured out who plays Star Trek: Deep Space Nine at 4 in the morning (I know somebody does, because whenever I am in LA I seem to see an episode at 2 in the morning Pacific Time). I also need to figure out if anyone is showing Babylon Five re-runs. Now that I have heard my inner musician, and discovered that he sounds a bit like the soundtrack of a bad 50s sci fi movie, I feel the need to get in touch with my inner sci fi.
For some reason, this whole enterprise has been energizing rather than enervating, notwithstanding the flaws in my thinking.
I hope I can keep the momentum up, as I want to get a lot of hobby type things done and started. Who knows, maybe it's time to write that sci fi novel. I have in mind a story about our first contact with an alien culture. The problem is that the contact is by radio telescope only. Neither culture evolves space travel. Both cultures exchange masses of scientific, cultural and religious information. Both cultures learn that no matter how connected the experience might be, the isolation is very lonely.