I realised today that it’s exactly three years since I moved my studio from my little attic into a dedicated, purpose-built studio space.
Seasick Studios (as it is named only on blogs and never in real life) has served its purpose well over the past three years.
Hundreds of songs have been recorded here. People have sat on the sofa behind me scribbling final verses and last minute changes, some writing entirely new songs within the four walls. Songs have been transformed from rough sketches to finished things. I’ve had filmmakers sit next to me, directing the sounds they hear in their head, I’ve created my own music when I’ve needed to, I’ve had people travel from crazy distances, even from other countries, to work with me in this little room.
I’ve had filmmakers sit next to me, directing the sounds they hear in their head, I’ve created my own music when I’ve needed to, I’ve had people travel from crazy distances, even from other countries, to work with me in this little room. I’ve worked way into the night and occasionally got up at 3am to finish something with a tight deadline.
It’s fair to say I’ve had one or two beer and whisky evenings in here, too!
I take a polaroid of everyone who visits for the first time. There are currently 141 polaroids on the wall and by the time I retire I want the wall to be covered in them.
I love that my workspace is an artist’s getaway space. They can come here to escape daily life and absorb themselves in music for a few hours, chilling on the sofas with as many cups of tea as they like. They can record however feels best for them, or sit and watch as I do the arranging or mixing, which I try to get them as involved in as possible.
As I mention to everyone that comes here, it’s part studio, part man cave, part sixth form common room, part magic. Long may it continue!