I found within the same building as the previously used piano a grand kept in a medium-sized, high-ceilinged rehearsal type of room with ancient windows and tall curtains. Superior sound, and more fun to play. Didn’t hurt that I finally bought a replacement pair of mic windscreens, either.
These two are years old. Compared to their past arrangements, they exist now in an abbreviated form. This gets at one of the tougher things I’ve encountered with regard to song writing: the erasure of parts of a composition. When I’m working on something off and on for weeks or months, I generally add material rather than take material away. There’s a tendency to build on what came before, and every play-through reaffirms the inflexible notion that this is how this song goes. Working that way is dangerous, though, because the idea that a song’s evolution should only operate in the additive sense is limiting. Simply being aware of the issue is more than half the battle, and I ultimately managed to discard certain longstanding parts that I never cared for as much as the others. I think the sketches are better for it. Cosmic Rotation and Morning Brings The Guillotine