Lost in the Mix

Yesterday, I heard Steely Dan’s “Black Friday” as a Pandora random selection. I heard the song again today, when Mark Lindsay played it on his SiriusXM show, American Revolution. I took that as a sign, not that I should go shopping, but that I should write about the notorious technical nightmare associated with the album Katy Lied.

I was immediately disappointed the first time when playing Katy Lied. Not disappointed in the album itself, because I was only a couple of minutes into it, but with the sound. What I heard when playing it on my JVC VL-5 turntable (that I regret very much no longer having) belied the production’s care and attention to detail, as explained in the liner notes.

The overall sound seemed somewhat “hard,” with the percussion and cymbals having an unusually brittle quality. The description of a 24-track tape recorder meant that noise reduction had been used. Did something go wrong with that?

Yes, something went wrong with the noise reduction. As I later read in an audio magazine article, a lot of “golden ear” listeners could tell that something was amiss in the final mix. A Boston company called dbx had faulty gear, resulting in the need for a hastily re-created mix, as explained here.

Pre-Auto-Tune

Four days ago I heard Jo Stafford’s “You Belong to Me” as a Pandora QuickMix selection. I was so impressed with her singing that I published this post:

Pitch-Perfect

Then today, while listening to Drew Carey’s Friday Night Freak-Out from a couple of weeks ago, I paused about 45 minutes into the show. With a Rory Gallagher track on the phone, I went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Returning to the porch I put down the tea and checked my laptop. YouTube was suggesting a video from a month ago. Well, whadda ya know, it’s by a young guy who is obviously delighted with Jo’s singing of “You Belong to Me” and, by coincidence, he’s wearing a Rory Gallagher t-shirt. He shows exactly how well Jo could sing both on-key and deliberately off-key.

Empathy with Mimi for 11/22/63

Mimi Beardsley
Mimi Alford, née Beardsley

Then, at two o’clock P.M., another bulletin, this one official: The President was dead… My head was flooded with images of the President the last time I saw him, just seven days earlier, in the Carlyle. He had hugged me and said he’d call me when he got back from Texas… What sent me over the edge was the image of Dave Powers with his hand on the casket, standing in front of it as if he were guarding the President, then lifting it with other aides into the waiting Navy ambulance… My tears turned into violent, racking sobs…

– Intimate JFK friend Mimi Beardsley