Soul Mining: A Musical Life

The sick “up all night” feeling never gets talked about in my line of work, because it doesn’t hold any anecdotes. You’re there alone, knowing that the progress of the session is hinging on your ability to raise the work to the next level of stability. Like being a dressmaker with the most beautiful design, realizing that he is just a bit short of

It was all stacking up, and as usual when the vibe gets good, the ideas start flowing.

When I hear a bass line that I love, I run and hide and remember.

The long road may make you sweat, but the short road will make you bleed.

The Edge also has an amazing capacity to remember all factual information; he might have been Einstein in another life. Nothing escapes the Edge. Definitely the scientist of the band.

Dimension on a song relates to “depth of field.” As human beings we find comfort in depth: something that sounds far away is not an immediate danger; we are programmed to relax when prey is at a distance. Close sounds can be quiet and comforting, like the whispering of sweet nothings. A sweet nothing will still communicate over thunder, as long as

When you have to teach somebody something, you become a better learner.

The sparseness of this ensemble allowed the clarity of the songs to shine through. I could tell immediately if something felt right. There was not a lot of clutter to fool the ear. It’s curious to hear the songs of So at that stage, before all the overdubs. The foundations had feel and soul like bread crumbs on a path—we could always find our way b

My morning route afforded me some isolated time away from adults, time for a child’s imagination to grow. There’s something powerful that happens when you rise before the rest of the world. The feeling of freedom or rebirth that I imagine the birds feel every morning also belongs to a newspaper delivery boy. The two voices or characters in my head