J Brookinz records another Indianapolis emcee during the making of Gateway 3.
Saturday March 31st
10:37 p.m. Young Carolyn gives me an update upon my return from an extended dinner excursion downtown. Lisa Berlin, Dorsh, Brad Real, and Grey have all been in to record. They’re currently working on song #3.
10:40 p.m. Ace completes his vocals (that begin with a beastly, terrifying snarl) and we hear the first run through of completed song #3.
10:50 p.m. Sean Wyatt arrives to save the day with the best munchie food to show up all weekend: ham and cheese sandwiches from the Broad Ripple Bagel Deli- oddly appropriate, as the crew themselves have been going ham now for hours on end.
11:32 p.m. This loud boisterous room is beginning to feel unproductive. I chat with videographer Nathan Karmanski while he packs up some camera gear. “I guess I didn’t fully realize that this would be like a house party,” he admits as we survey the social interaction taking place throughout the room. Nearly everybody on the premises is now in the basement talking, laughing, eating ham sandwiches, but I can barely recognize them all through the hazy cloud of smoke that blankets Helter Shelter.
Also sensing the idleness, Brookinz makes an abrupt announcement that he’s ready for more people in the booth. The volume of the beat that’s been looping rises 5 or 6 levels and the mood instantly shifts. Noses are once again buried in notebooks and cell phone screens. Whispered rhymes envelop me in living surround sound.
“Can you hand me my notebook? I’m still analog,” Gritts proclaims as he reaches for his pad of paper.
12:05 a.m. A random conversation upstairs begins with Blake Allee and The Doritos Nacho Taco and ends with Bob G Barker guaranteeing me that a chicken, egg, & cheese sandwich with a strawberry waffle is the most legit breakfast I will ever have in my life.
1:01 a.m. Freddie Bunz is temporarily in the driver’s seat while Brookinz catches a breather outside. Gritts completes his vocals and steps out of the recording booth.
1:09 a.m. Bob G Barker enters the booth. Upstairs, the house dog barks at an opportune moment in Bob G’s verse, almost as if on cue, and laughter rolls across the listening room.
1:20 a.m. Brookinz is missing-in-action. Boss L. cries out in distress, “Daaad! What beat is next??”
Continue: The Making of Gateway 3 (part three)