James and Lars Were Such Assholes

29 04 2011

I spent an hour today trying to find Jason. For years, I admit, I didn’t think he was even there, just the other three. But I read an article about the guy who engineered and produced …And Justice For All, Fleming Rasmussen, and he confirmed that Jason recorded bass parts for that record and did so beautifully. Lars and James were dictators. This knowledge is not new because it clearly made for some of the most brilliant and concisely conceived metal albums of all time. But they always let Cliff have his place in the mix. Jason was completely neutered.

The motivations couldn’t be clearer: still mourning the loss of Cliff, the remaining bandmates did not want to disrespect his memory by giving the new bass player, meaning his parts, a solid place in the mix. Which could be interpreted as having moved on. Which they were clearly not prepared or sober enough to do. The documentary, Some Kind of Monster, showed that it would still take decades and the eventual departure of Jason from the band. I can’t believe he put up with their shit for as long as he did. True, with the Black Album and the introduction of Bob Rock, the bass in Metallica reclaimed its solid and thundering throne. But on Justice, it’s barely perceptible.

Yet he is in there somewhere, buried somewhere between the wallop of doubled and tripled guitar parts, masterly played by James, and the dry slap of Lars’ kick. So tonight I loaded One into Pro Tools, inserted an EQ, and swept the filters like combing through sand, convinced that through a combination of pulling out certain frequencies and boosting others a more defined Jason would show himself.

The answer wasn’t easy or overwhelmingly obvious. Frequency-wise, a good place to start looking for the bass is in the range of 40 to 80 Hz. Let it be known that when taking the range of the fret board and all the harmonics involved, the true spectrum is well beyond that. I decided to start with theory, the hard science, and it got me nowhere. On Justice, there is virtually nothing in 40 Hz. Just above that you get bass drum…but no Jason. Closer to 80 , I found more meat, and while much of that comes from the wall of rhythm guitars, I could slightly hear more of a growl, still buried deep, deep down. Much like the band’s sadness at the loss of Clif, the memory of whom they wouldn’t bury.

Locating Jason would require another approach. I decided to load up The God That Failed, a track whose bass is so well defined it shakes houses loose of their foundations. A risky move, perhaps, as the Black Album represents a departure for the band with a new producer and completely slick and updated sound. But I figured it might help me understand where Jason’s parts sit with the guitars, which do such a thorough job of covering up what little bass is audible on Justice.

I found a noticeable increase at around 120Hz. So I immediately switched back to One, and by boosting at approximately 120 and 80, I was able to create a thicker bass presence. But still, my efforts failed to produce enough clarity and definition to hear each bass note, to feel the low end melodic accompaniment, and thus the satisfaction and revelation I was looking for.

I suppose I can hope that one day Lars and James will feel compelled and inspired to remix and master Justice, but I doubt it. If I understand them as well as I think, the album is fixed. It represents a place in time. And as they never go back creatively or stylistically, they will never revisit the work itself, even to satiate their eager fans who long to hear the bass that’s clearly there but will remain in their eyes as the thing that should not be.


Second Chances

9 04 2011

The Secret works. At least it did this time. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve read (most of) it. After yesterday’s fiasco, and the writing of part one of this meditation, I was filled with passion by the realization of a golden opportunity lost, the bitter taste of my own decision (or sour stomach, as it were). Desires are seldom this clear: and I knew that if I ever had the chance again, I would take that job in half a heartbeat. My soul screamed it so loud, the universe must have covered its ears.

At 11:56 AM the same universe silenced me with a text. Did I still want the job? It took my breath away, in fact, the lack of air shut my soul up for a second. And then elation, acceptance, and calm took over.

It happens. Having the patience to recognize it is crucial. You can take or leave The Secret. It’s the visualization that’s essential to the process. Knowing exactly what you want, and focusing on that with your third eye. Belief full and unwavering.

Double Booked

8 04 2011

The business end terrifies me, and I don’t know why. When faced with multiple offers, I get flustered, my thoughts cloud up, I can’t focus clearly on what is in front of me…and it leads me to poor decisions.

I passed on a solid job today, but I originally thought I was doing it for the right reason: sticking by my commitment to work a previous project. Desperation took over, greed too perhaps, afraid of the unknown, of what I might miss out on. And instead of choosing the known, the solid job, I will miss out. This recognition burns like bad pizza. 

No remedy will alleviate. It hurts too much to sleep. And the decision hurts as well, knowing that my instincts told me something very strong, and I chose the opposite. Instead of pizza, I should have had salad.