by Shane Kirk I have been recording for about thirty years now. It hasn’t always been a matter of free coffee and biscuits in the private lounge, while a highly trained engineer replays the most recent take of a tricky middle eight, looking for stray plectrum clicks on my behalf. Oh no.
On a very early session I remember balancing the condenser mic on the case of the cassette I onto which I was recording, this fed into the sort of portable tape player more usually employed in bootlegging Top of the Pops off the telly. Local byelaws, strictly enforced by the austerity government of the time, insisted these machines were then passed on to a younger sibling for the purposes of either recording their own radio show (girls), or committing their nascent musical compositions to tape (boys) – which the latter would then attempt to impress the former with. Over the years, the technology has changed, but the general principle remains very much the same.