I think of organic as Grateful Dead, Dylan, etc. Real people playing real instruments , in real imperfect time, with minimum studio tricks being applied.
But I got to record ABBA, in a manner of speaking. Cover band, demo thing. And the tune was "Dancing Queen." They had a greatest hits cd, and dutifully, I listened to it. And actually, there is some pretty raw, organic guitar sounds, not on that track, but on some of the other tracks on the disc. The vocals are about as organic as a can of Chef Boyardee Spaghetti Os. They're cool and all, and sexy, just not organic, by my thinking. I mean, how hard is it to like a couple of Swedish hotties singing to you, anyway?
So I got my plan of attack together. Well, of course you've got to stack/chorus vocals, along with some good punchy rhythm tracks, some verb--call it ABBA. I ended up playing bass and gtr and had a excellent piano player as well. We get a good track together and day comes for the vox.
I explain to the 20-something female singers that we might take a few minutes extra on this track to stack up a few vocals, you know, like ABBA did. They immediately begin whining like I'd just asked them to go scrub the toilet or something. They have a party to go to, why can't we just sing it once, don't worry about doing that , this is good enough, etc. They're not the client by the way, just the idiot girl singers in the band. Unbelievable, some peoples don't give a sht 'tude.
One of them says she can't, and leaves. The other wants to stay and knock her part out, with the other one coming back in a few days time. So we're cutting the duet parts for AbbA at separate times.
"We can sure do that!," I said with a smile, relishing the fact they would soon be gone from my house.
In the end, I kissed their butt enough to coax several passes out of each vocalist. Then I spent several hours comping, tuning, lining up, sniping long notes and generally polishing. Ended up with a fairly realistic track, I was happy with it, and so was the client. But damn, they got their pound of flesh from me. There was nothing organic about the experience.
Sorry for the novel.