Part Two.

Between the 18th and the 21st of June, David Langfield and the Let Airplanes Circle Overhead's went back into the studio to patch up what we did the first time around.  This time, we didn't have Luke, but we took DL&TLACO's top photographer and most avid fan, Sean, under our wing to help us out at the studio.

DAY ONE

Day one wasn't great.  We set off to Birmingham at 7:30pm, partially due to me only finishing work at 5 and partially due to the difficultly of packing a Nissan Micra with two people, three guitars, a full drumkit and a Marshall Stack, with two ampheads and lots of random bags full of pedals.  This meant sluggishly crawling out of service stations at 30MPH which garnered screams of terror from both me and James as convoys of juggernauts nearly crushed us and our equipment into little pieces.  On eventually arriving in Birmingham, after spotting Rolf Harris at a service station for the second time in two months (apparently, he loves to travel the M6), we got thoroughly lost in Aston.  This isn't the best place to get lost.  After eventually gathering our bearings by spotting a mosque, a church and a greyhound track that were familiar from the last time around we arrived in Perry Barr.  Alex our producer and expert friend, gave us some Little Penguin Rose wine, then got to sleep by 4am after watching the Wedding Singer and a programme about a bald guy who would wear a wig, talk to people, then rip his toupe off, screaming "WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME NOW?!"  Life was good.  Sign language for the word "bald" is amazing.

Day Two

Waking up when two of Alex's housemates, Dom and Nevs, returned from Alicante and Rome respectively, we played some Pro Evo (as is tradition) and headed towards Birmingham town centre where Sean was waiting for us.  We got quickly set up but the realisation that we would probably have to record the entrity of Little Sparrows (song code name) afresh, each part seperately (not something we're particularly used to) dawned upon us.  Obviously we kept Lukes old part, but completely rewrote the ending so it didn't sound so shit.  We spent the entire day doing this, so I went for a quick trip to Greggs to make everyone happier.  I got lost in Birmingham, so decided to go to Baguette du Monde instead and saw a man with one leg, so it was worth it.  By the time I got back, everyone was still depressed, we still hadn't got anything done, but eventually we got there. Thinking the enritre song was done we quickly rushed back home to get a beer and burger at the Hare of the Dog, arriving at 8pm.  It was a holiday (usually, food stops at 9), so we were turned back for food, the waitress - who Alex refers to as Fitty Fit Fit - tore the menu out of my hand at such speed it gave me a papercut.  We got fish and chips at Big Johns, returned to the Dog and mistakenly ordered 8 pints of cider at last orders, which had to be drank rather quickly.  James got told to "play some negro music" by a dude who shuffled up next to him on the Jukebox.  We went home, drank some brandy and 1664, played some Pro and got to bed by 4ish.

DAY THREE

With the nightmare of Little Sparrows behind us, we thought we could crack on with redoing some parts of the other songs previously recorded, before remembering we still had to do the bass.  It took James two hours which didn't make me particularly happy. I was about ready to snap so Alex, Sean and I decided to fuck around with James by playing some really creepy things through his headphones.  On a quick break to the toilet for James, I decided to dub some amazing vocals over Little Sparrows to freak him out - sample lyrics:

I am so so sad/I want to cry cry cry/This is my song/A Song of Love/This is my song/This is my song of sadness/Palestine/Hear my whine/Palestine/aaaaaaahahaha

I think it really scared him.  We redid the bass for Peace Through Jesus Christ (codename Dogwaistcoats), making it a bit more gnarly, and cracked on with the bass for 2spentswimmers,also rerecording James' horribly out of tune guitar part (this time, not out of tune, obviously) and I rerecorded the drums in the heavy part, because the last time it was rather appaulingly done.  This time is much better.  That wrapped up our day, a rather tired and dilapidated Alex met us back at home after we made him get the bus.  We went to get some food and some boozebeer, and watched When Sport Goes BAD! on Bravo and spoke of amusing things.  By 5am we were on the whiskey and brandy again.  James and I had a heated discussion over whether or not Shellac play songs the same way live every time (of course they do).

Day Four

We had to wait until 4pm to go home, as James needed to sober up.  We watched some hilarious episodes of Jeremy Kyle and got on our way.   Nothing of great interest happened on the way home, except a hilarious picture of Gordon Ramsey in the Guardian and a weird silver haired guy who stared at us in the Stafford Services. It wasn't Rolf though.

Watch this space for more MP3's and that and hopefully we'll release something soon.  Things may be changing for Let Airplanes, but more about that at a later date, if at all.  Thanks for reading.  And thanks to Alex, Sean, Dom, Christoph Nevinski, Wolfie, Emma, Gemma and Jen for putting us up and putting up with us.

David (team LACO)