Mics and pop filters, and preamps slide back into their boxes, until next time.
They’ve been out, waiting for the “All Clear” from Mastering… just in case.
And now with the Master and the artwork set to meet at the replicators early next week, their job is finished for a time.
Once again our hearts overflow with gratitude… Once again this project has taken on the pathos of the season slipping away, and the joyful anticipation of another on the horizon. Once again God has proven Himself faithful through the hands and feet and prayers of people like you.
But this one’s a little bit different. It’s a plea.
A dollar from every disc goes to a cause we love. Just which, you’ll have to wait a wee tad longer to find out. 🙂
“Isaiah 58 speaks of a ‘chosen fast’, of the service our God values…
‘To loose the bands of wickedness,’ undo ‘heavy burdens,’ ‘let the oppressed go free,’ break yokes, feed starving children, provide for the poor, dress the naked…
This morning as I was pondering here, it struck me that for the given, every act of service or obedience is an act of war.
and God has given us the privilege of going to war — of breaking yokes and letting the oppressed go free — right here. With music.
We would do well to remember.”
The hours fly by, and since those words were spoken, all 9 family songs have been tracked, and all but two of the rest. Voices lasted long enough to finish that which was necessary to proceed, and then mine rebelled completely, to remind me I’m just dust. So, we work our instrumental accompaniment while we drink gallons of water and let the voices rest for the final two… 🙂 And yet, even in this mercy we feel our need. Our violinists both awoke under the weather this morning. But Chantée resolutely declares she will record under any circumstances. Fuel for Glory, right?
The day closes on hours of setup and sound checks. Tomorrow the real work begins… Mean time, miracles on the instruments are in full swing. The lost voices are mended, or mending. (how could they do otherwise, after prayers from 4 continents?)
I patter around the studio after the troop has gone upstairs, capturing these sights in the silence. The stack of preamps brings a smile to my face.
The four Nebbletts junior land in Albuquerque yesterday after the week of GYC business etc in Seattle and Canada. In company with us is our friend and engineer, and suitcases full of thousands of dollars in recording equipment.
And now, we seem to have a fight on our hands.
But the fight is where glory unfolds, and I want you to be in on the joy. 🙂
So pray that the voice that disappeared suddenly (and completely) in a coughing spell at midnight last night, and the other one that’s likewise suddenly considered “high risk” will be theaters for miracles.
We don’t do this for ourselves… In consequence, we always face war with darkness.
We never would have guessed… We’ve laughed, and cried, and struck palms to foreheads over the songs you love. All 83 of them. They’ll never fit on 5 CDs, but we’re going to start. In one month. Start praying for us… 🙂