The idea for this recording was hatched, as many are, at a party. Some folks and I were playing a few instruments and marvelling at the great sound in the living room of the fine old house. Hardwood floors with a stone fireplace and lots of windows made the room feel and sound bright and airy, but also warm. Someone said "We need to record here" and It was agreed then and there. As a bonus, the sun-room to the side was the perfect size for a control room full of equipment and the people to run it.
So a couple months later, around the first day of spring, we loaded two trucks full to bursting with instruments, gear, chili fixins, and friends and headed up-hill to Schuyler,Va. By noon, the control room set up, mics placed, lines checked instruments tuned, and the chili simmering in the kitchen, we began.
I had sent a disc of demos to my co-conspirators, Lew Burrus on acoustic bass and Stuart Gunter on drums and percussion, so they were familiar with the material, and the plan was to do twelve songs in twelve hours. All at once in one room live, like they used to. With Stu at the open end of the room, Lew accross the room by the piano, and me facing them both from the opposite end by the fireplace, we formed a loose triangle. Mics in front of us all and one, (stereo), in the center of the room, next to a bottle of whiskey*, we would discuss each song briefly and then try a take. (*The appelation Bourbonaires stems from the abundance of whiskey present. We all brought some and stayed the night.)
Of the twelve songs we did that day, ten made the cut. Two others were later recorded in other friends' nice-sounding living rooms . Several songs here are first takes, the rest second or third at most. We also made some slight embellishments to some tracks, piano, background vocals, an electric guitar or two, but this record still feels to me like that day, infused with warmth and golden light. It's not perfect. It's not meant to be perfect. It's meant to be alive.