Alex Turner Imagines 2024

Ménage à trois: Part 6

Returning to my own bed and routine proved more challenging than anticipated, yet the excitement of a budding relationship brought a welcomed distraction. Thoughts of them filled my mind, intertwining with nostalgic reflections on my time in Camden. The studio's corridors became a mental maze where I constantly glanced over my shoulder, half-wishing them to appear for a meeting or a casual visit.

Today marked the follow-up with Jerry after our bistro discussion at the London record company. Their thoughtful approach transcended a mere car service, opting to fly me in. The 4-hour drive from Manchester would have been too swift for what they deemed a "brief meeting." Though, let's be kind – "brief" in our world usually involves delving into hours of music, discussing my vision, and strategizing the demos. These sessions often be an assembly of seasoned producers, A&R professionals, a touch of artist management, and the finesse of PR experts. This would be the first of many, but Jerry said this one particular is more important to do in person rather than video call. It was no bother to me though; anything beats sitting at home with nowt to do.

Arriving at the Manchester airport around 9 am to board a private jet was quite the experience. Usually nestled in first class of any old airline, it seems my two successful albums upgraded me to high-level clientele. Jerry's suggested to pack a bag with 3 days worth of clothes, indicating more impromptu meetings in the days ahead. Forcing me to overpack with at least 8 outfits of varying flares to keep up with whatever this trip should throw at me. The flight gave me roughly an hour to do hair and makeup, and shuffle through my suitcase to choose an outfit.

Stepping onto London soil, a vigilant security guard guided me to a waiting sleek car on the runway, ready to transport me to the heart of the record company. Jerry welcomed me by opening my door with a knowing smile and the security guard placed my bag in the trunk.

He pulls a cup of coffee down from the carrier on the floor and hands it to me."We've got one hell of an agenda for the day," he chuckled, his Southern accent giving the statement a touch of humor. A sigh followed, as if acknowledging the non-excitement that would ensue.

Taking the coffee cup from Jerry, the warmth seeping through, I chuckled in sync with his humorous tone. "Sounds like we're diving headfirst into the chaos. Who's up first?" I queried, ready to embark on the day's musical journey with a mix of enthusiasm and curiosity.

"Well, first up, we've got a playback session of some new demos with the producers. They want to hear from you to get your take on the direction before we dive into the studio later. Marketing team is going to be present to get some initial ideas, but we won't be talking to them much today. Buckle up, cause it's gonna be a long day." Jerry grinned, his eyes reflecting a blend of excitement and anticipation.

Jerry's prediction proved spot on. The playback session unfolded into hours, delving deep into the intricacies of each song. Explaining the mood, unraveling the story, deciphering meanings – it felt like a musical therapy session. Constantly dissecting my choices and predicting their impact on the future became a demanding yet necessary task. The interrogation continued into the realm of instrumentation, musicians needed, scheduling intricacies, and a cascade of meticulous details. The day truly lived up to his words.

Jerry and I endured hours of discussions and debates about our respective desires and expectations. Even shared our lunch with them which inevitably transformed into an extended business talk. Finally, as the clock neared 6, we concluded the meeting portion, an intensive marathon that lasted nearly 7 hours.

Jerry's sigh echoed the collective relief in the room. "Well, that's the foundation laid out. Let's shift gears and head over to studio A," he proposed, his tone becoming more focused. With a pat on my shoulder, he added, "You know all about how this part goes, so do me proud, kid. I'm gonna turn in for the night, so I'm just a call away if you need me." He says. I expressed my gratitude to Jerry, acknowledging his consistent support.