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INFORMATION


STUDIO FOOTAGE (COMING SOON!)


REHEARSALS ↓



PACHYDERM SESSIONS







VIDEO DOCUMENTARY → HOLLOW BLUE
(BTS STYLE / MAKING OF / MUSICIAN SHOWCASE)


            James Gross, producer, arranger, manager showcases his “cream of the
crop” musicians in a 2024 video documentary during the recording of the
yet-to-be-named recording which will see a digital release in the future.

             He has published innumerable recordings, as well toured regionally
on the cover songs circuit. He is perhaps best known for the groupe Shirts and
Skins. This will be his XXrd studio recording produced at the legendary
Pachyderm Studios in Rural Minnesota.


Embarking from the rugged terrains of Montana, with its sprawling skies kissing
the tips of the unruly wild, our steel chariot roared eastward, cutting a swath
through the heartland under a banner of boundless blue. The journey, destined
for the wooded sanctums of Minnesota, was not merely a traverse across states
but a dive headlong into the vortex of the American Dream, remixed in dystopian
yet colorful hues.

As we surged forward, the winds gathered their ancient fury, wailing like
banshees lost in the throes of a cosmic tantrum. They buffeted our vehicle, a
metal beast gnashing against the invisible force, each gust a mythic adversary
battling us in a Homeric odyssey across the asphalt expanse. The world outside
whipped into a blurred tapestry, a painting shaking under the hands of a mad
artist.

Amidst this tumult, the specters of meth-farmers emerged from the dust-swirled
horizons. These haggard sentinels of forgotten fields, their eyes hollowed from
years battling the harshness of earth and addiction, eyed our passing caravan
with a sinister curiosity. We were interlopers in their desolate realm, and they
the twisted guardians of a rusted Eden. With each mile gained, we parried their
invisible threats with a mix of dread and defiance, our journey a running
skirmish on the fringes of civilization.

Our odyssey, however, found respite in the peculiar hamlet of New Salem, North
Dakota, where the surreal greeted us in the guise of Salem Sue, the colossal cow
that stood as a totem to bovine majesty. Here, under the shadow of this immense
creature, the town unfolded in a tableau of Americana pop art. The locals, a
mosaic of hardy souls, wove tales that danced on the edge of reality and
folklore. In the company of this monumental cow, we shared laughter and stories,
a brief sanctuary where the whimsical and the bizarre clasped hands in
camaraderie.

As we left New Salem behind, the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky
in strokes of fiery ambers and cool violets. Our journey continued, a serpentine
line threading through the fabric of the heartland. With every mile conquered,
the landscapes whispered tales of old, each bend in the road a verse in a long
poem of pursuit and escape, of chasing horizons and fleeing shadows.

Thus, when we crossed the threshold into Minnesota, it was not merely a crossing
of geographical lines but a passage through the layers of a dream - a dream
painted in the vibrant, haunting colors of freedom, wrestled from the grip of
nature’s fury and the watchful eyes of specters haunting the plains. Our journey
was not just a road trip; it had been a pilgramage through the heart and soul of
the enigmatic American landscape.

(Cont’d)
            
As the nebulous veil of Minnesota’s twilight descended upon us, and we were
transported into the studio, the recordings transcended the terrestrial domain,
migrating into a realm where time and space convulsed in a psychedelic tango. It
was here, in this astral plane, that the music took on a life of its own - a
serpentine entity that slinked through the ethers, cloaked in a sonic
iridescence that shimmered with the colors of the unseen spectrum.

The studio, our cosmic vessel, sailed through the astral seas, its hull
vibrating with the symphonies of creation and destruction. Each note played by
the band was not merely sound but a cosmic ping, a beacon that resonated through
dimensions, summoning muses and demons alike. In this abstract ballet, harmony
and discord intertwined in a passionate embrace, birthing a cacophony of
transcendental melodies that defied comprehension.

And there I was, amidst this whirlwind of cosmic creativity, a mere mortal
trying to tether my consciousness to the unfolding saga. The very air seemed to
ripple with the reverberations of the universe’s secrets, whispered in
frequencies that tickled the fringes of sanity. I scribbled furiously in my
notebook, not just words but glyphs and symbols, in a futile attempt to capture
the essence of this interdimensional jam session. 

In these moments of heightened abstraction, the studio walls melted away,
revealing the infinite tapestry of the cosmos. The band, those alchemists of
sound, became but conduits for the celestial energies, their instruments tools
to sculpt the raw ether into opuses of otherworldly beauty. Each track laid down
was not merely a song but an incantation, imbued with the power to alter the
very fabric of reality itself.

As the recording session reached its zenith, a surreal calm enveloped us. The
band had traversed the depths of artistic fervor to emerge on the other side,
bearing tracks laden with the dust of stars and the echoes of distant galaxies.
The ghost of Pachyderm, that silent custodian of sound, nodded in silent
approval, its ethereal form shimmering in the studio’s dim light.

We had ventured beyond the edge of the known, dancing with the shadows of
creation in a place where the line between madness and genius blurred into
oblivion. In the end, what was left was not just an album, but a cosmic voyage
immortalized in the grooves of vinyl - a testament to the unyielding quest for
the essence of sound and the boundless realms of the psychedelic experience.





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📚 DAY 1 — THURSDAY


PRE-PRODUCTION W/TRAVIS & JAMES 

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📚 DAY 2 — FRIDAY


PRE-PRODUCTION W/TRAVIS, JAMES & AARON 

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📚 DAY 3 — SATURDAY


REHEARSAL W/TRAVIS, AARON, DAVID, JAMES

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📚 DAY 4 — SUNDAY


REHEARSAL W/ TRAVIS, AARON, DAVID, AL, MAX, JAMES

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📚 DAY 5 — MONDAY


PACHYDERM LOAD IN / SETUP / RECORDING DAY 1

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📚 DAY 6 — TUESDAY


PACHYDERM TRACKING DAY 1

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📚 DAY 7 — WEDNESDAY


PACHYDERM TRACKING DAY 2

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