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I arrived in Chicago on July 8th and gave Madonna a cassette. I told
her to give it a listen and tell me what she thought. She said she'd
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in the trailer, wherever she could. A few days later, I heard
back from her. Madonna liked all the songs - three out of three.
I decided to work on a few more. Usually, when I sit down to
write, it isn't as if I have a specific person in mind for any
one song. By the time I get to a certain place in the music,
it begins to mold itself an identity and I think, "Hey, this
person would like that." At the time, Cathy Dennis, Taylor Dayne,
or Madonna were the primary inspirations for a variety of songs.
The Erotica Diary [October-November 1991] |
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Madonna returned
to New York and we began to work on demos in my apartment. It's cool
working at home. It's convenient, cozy and there's no studio time
ticking by. Plus, if you wake up in the middle of the night and have
an idea, you just go upstairs, turn on the equipment, and go. Our
schedule was kind of sporadic in the beginning. I'd work with her
for a week and then she'd go off to work with Steve Meisel on her
book (Sex) for two weeks. Occasionally, Madonna would meet with Andre
Betts, her co-producer on Justify My Love. While she was away, I would
spend time coming up with other tracks or work on Cathy Dennis and
Taylor Dayne material. At this point, I wasn't working on any remixes
- just writing.
Deeper and Deeper, Erotica, Rain and Thief of Hearts made up the first
batch of songs we worked on together. I did the music and she wrote
the words. Sometimes I'd give her some ideas lyrically and she'd go:
"Oh, that's good," or "That sucks." I remember when I gave her some
ideas lyrically for Vogue and she said, very curtly, "That's what
I do." Essentially, her songs are her stories. They're the things
she wants to say.
I did everything upstairs in my home studio: keyboards, bass lines,
and vocals. Depending on the mood I was in, I chose from an Oberheim
OB8, Korg M3, or a Roland D-50. On the sampling side, the Akai S1000
was our prime workhorse. We used it to sample snake charms for Words
and Kool & The Gang horns for Erotica.
When it came time to record demos, we laid down a track of SMPTE on
the last track of my 8-track Tascam 388 Studio 8 reel-to-reel, which
has dbx. Usually we'd put the track down on tracks 1 and 2 in a stereo
mix, and then bring Madonna's vocals in on 3 through 7 - a lead, a
double lead, the harmonies, and the background parts. Ninety-eight
percent of the time, the vocals recorded in my apartment were the
keeper vocals, the ones you hear on the album. It took about two or
three days to write a song from beginning to end. Still, sometimes
even after they were done we'd want to change the flow of the song
and ask the song a few questions: Where should the chorus hit? Should
it be a double chorus? Sometimes Madonna would call me in the middle
of the night and say "Shep, I think the chorus should go like this,"
or "I hate this verse, fix the bass line." Deeper and Deeper was one
of those songs she always had a problem with. The middle of the song
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different bridges and changes, but nothing worked. In the end,
Madonna wanted the middle of the song to have a flamenco guitar
strumming big-time. I didn't like the idea of taking a Philly
house song and putting La Isla Bonita in the middle of it. But
that's what she wanted, so that's what she got.
The Erotica Diary [December
1991]
"I hate them." That's what she said to me when we listened to
the first bunch of songs we'd recorded. I thought it sounded
great beacause some of the songs had a New York house sound
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album to sound like that, I'd have worked
with Patrick Leonard in L.A.," she told me. I got the point pretty
fast. Madonna wanted Erotica to have a raw edge to it, as if it were
recorded in an alley at 123rd street in Harlem. She didn't want some
light glossy production to permeate her sound. I got back into my
usual style of mixing, which is pretty bass oriented, analog, hit-you-over-the
head kind of stuff. When you're recording songs for Madonna, the attitude
is: Either make a song work, or it's not going to be on the album.
That's that.
Typically, Madonna would get over to my place by one in the afternoon
and we'd work until eigth or nine at night. Improvising vocals took
one or two passes and by the time the third pass came around, she'd
get on the mic and say "Let's go." Madonna has an incredible mind;
she locks the melody into her head and memorizes the words immediately.
She doesen't even have to read the words off the paper when she's
singing.
The only problems were during sequencing, when we had to do something
on the Mac that would take some time. Two minutes into it, Madonna
would ask us: "What are you guys doing that's taking so long!" - and
this was just after the first few minutes. We'd tell her to go downstairs
and make some popcorn or phone calls so that we could put the song
together and she'd do that for about five minutes before screaming:
"Come on, guys, I'm getting bored!" I had to keep things moving as
fast as possible beacause it's one of my jobs to keep Madonna from
losing interest in what she's doing. As far as the music went, it
was getting a little melancholy by that point. It definitely wasn't
up-and-happy music. Maybe I inspired songs like In This Life and Bad
Girl beacause they were written in a minor key. But Madonna's stories
were getting a lot more serious and intense and she was definitely
driving the creative direction of the songs into deeply personal territory.
The Erotica Diary [January-February 1992]
I spent the Christmas on vacation in Jamaica and when I got back on
January 2, I was like "Oh man, I am not ready for this." There were
a lot of intense songs to work on for Madonna, but all I had was this
reggae-ish vibe going around in my head. Jamaica had really had an
impact on me. I put the vibe down on tape and played it for Madonna,
who immediately took to it. Once she got all the lyrics down, the
song became Why Is It So Hard.
After it was done we thought: "How about if we get a male Jamaican
rapper in here to do some stuff on the record?" We found this guy,
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to him, he just looked at us and said, "Do you have any
rum, man?" By the time Jamaiki, was laying down the tracks
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He was this big guy with real deep-ass voice. When we
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around
swigging rum and spilling it everywhere. We ended up not using
the track because it sounded
to rough for the song, but it was a very fun day - completely different.
The Erotica Diary [March 1992]
Now I knew we were doing an album. We had fifteen songs demoed and
she liked them all. The last song we did was for the movie, A League
Of Their Own. Madonna just started singing a melody over and over
again into the Shure SM57 microphone while the Mac with Vision was
playing strings, organ, piano and a basic rim-shot loop. It sounded
really timeless, very nostalgic. I spent all night filling in the
verses and the song became This Used To Be My Playground.
The day after "Playground" was finished, Madonna went to Oregon to
work on her next film Body Of Evidence, with Willem Defoe. This gave
me some time to wrap up some work on some songs with Cathy Dennis
and Taylor Dayne at Soundworks Studios in New York. The workload had
grown quite intense since the beginning of the year and it showed
no signs of letting up. Thanks to my manager Jane Brinton, we were
able to coordinate all the ongoing projects without a hitch.
The Erotica Diary [May 1992]
I met Madonna at Oceanway Studios in Los Angeles to complete the orchestra
parts for This Used To Be My Playground. We had to record a string
arrangement - something I was excited about but had never done before. |
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chose Jeremy Lubock to do the arrangements beacause he had done
such a good job with her I'm Breathless Material and came highly
recomended. Everything went fine until the point when the orchestra
played their parts; we didn't like what we heard. Madonna and
I had to change the whole arrangement, right there in the studio,
with a full orchestra sitting there getting paid for taking
up space - around $15,000 for three hours, $3000 for every half
hour over that. And of cource, Lubbock was talking to two people
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I can only sing the notes I hear at the moment, so that's what I did.
Madonna and I stood there over my little Mac, singing the notes, and
Lubbock would go, "Oh, that's a G; Oh,that's a B" and that's how it
got done. We completed the session in 2 hours and 58 minutes - two
minutes away from another three grand. The last day of recording fell
on Memorial day. Madonna wanted to do the lead vocals again, insisting
that it would sound better. It did. I finished off some edits before
going over to a party Madonna was throwing in her Hollywood mansion.
The Erotica Diary [June-July 1992]
The schedule for recording at Soundworks in New York went something
like this:
June 08 - Erotica
June 09 - Words, Why's It So Hard
June 10 - Why's It So Hard; Thief Of Hearts
June 11 - Thief Of Hearts; Goodbye To Innocence
June 15 - 8-track dumps w/no time-code
June 16 - Deeper And Deeper
And so on, and so on... We transferred
everything we had on the Tascam 8-track onto 24-track. I decided to
produce the tracks 15 ips with Dolby SR beacause it has this warm
bottom in the bass and I wanted to capture that for Erotica. Plus,
I was listening to some of my old remixes, which were recorded at
15 ips, and was amazed at how much more you could feel the music.
Compact discs seem to move you one step away from the music, while
records put you right in the mix. So I figured that if I overemphasized
that LP feeling, it would rub off on the CD, which is the primary
format manufactured for American audiences today. Strangely enough,
our country can't get any LP's of Erotica, while the rest of the world
can.
On July 7, we did the mixing for Erotic the ode to S & M that Madonna
wanted to include in her book, Sex. She felt it should sound the same
as Erotica (the song on the album), with just a bass line, her voice
and some sensuous Middle Eastern sounds. But by then I had seen the
book and had come up with an interesting idea.
"You have all these great stories in the book," I told her, "Why don't
you use them in the song?" I knew that Madonna was developing a 1930s
dominatrix look for Erotica, but I didn't realize how far she was
willing to go before I saw Sex. It contained stories authored by her
mysteriously dark alter, Dita. Madonna took the book and walked out
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half an hour later. Suddenly she was on the mic, speaking in
this very dry voice. "My name is Dita," she said, "and I'll
be your mistress tonight." I knew that the original Erotica
would never be the same again, and it wasn't. The chorus and
bridge were changed entirely and the whole psyche of the song
became sexier, more to the point. It seemed as if Dita brought
out the best in her, actually serving as a vehicle for the dangerous
territory she was traveling. Actually, it was the same name
Madonna used when she'd stay in hotels around the world. Not
anymore. When July 10 came, I felt my thirty-something years
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force. It was the day of reckoning -
my birthday, and yet I was stuck in the studio with Madonna, Tony
Shimkin, and an animal-ballon-twisting clown to celebrate it with.
It was fun for about five minutes, until Madonna said, "Shep, you
gotta get back to work."
The Erotica Diary [August 15, 1992, Mo's Birthday]
One of the tracks, Godbye To Innocence, just wasn't working. There
was something about the song that didn't grab Madonna, so we had to
fix it. I worked overnight in my studio and came back to Soundworks
with a brand new bass line that seemed to do the trick. Madonna put
on headphones and got ready to lay down the vocals for Goodbye To
Innocence. But instead of singing the original words, which were written
last year, Madonna started toying with the lyrics, singing the words
to the lounge-lizard act staple, Fever. At first we thought: "This
is cool," and it was. It sounded so good that we decided to take it
one step further and actually cover the tune. Too bad no one knew
the words. What we needed was a copy of Fever if we were going to
record it that day. So, Madonna got on the phone with Seymour Stein
at Sire Records, and within an hour, we had the lyric sheets, the
Peggy Lee version, and the original version of the song in our hands.
I was really impressed by how quickly we got it all. That was the
last track on Erotica and we finished mixing it just in time to celebrate
another birthday - Madonna's.
That night, she had a birthday party on a boat circling Manhattan.
Picture about 50 people dancing on a boat with disco blasting out
of the portholes and you get the idea. In between dancing and celebrating,
I spent the time reflecting on the album. I was confident that it
was a great compilation of songs, but I was wondering how people would
react to it. It was definitely a different album for her in that it
was a dance/pop album, instead of a guitar-laden pop album designed
just for top 40. That was a conscious decision on her part beacause
it seemed that the more pop she went, the fewer of her albums people
were buying. This time, she's giving the people what they want.
The Erotica Diary [September - October 1992]
After three and a half months of working in the same studio and hearing
the same songs day after day, it was a relief to have the album finished.
Everything went smoothly except the last two songs, Why's It So Hard
and Words, both of which we had to recall for changes. On September
12, I walked out of Soundworks with the completed master of Erotica
in my hands.
A month later, I went to the Sex party. The Erotica blitz was about
to hit in music, video, and book form and a variety of stars were
coming out for the party. Madonna herself surveyed the scene during
the midnight hour. I walked over to meet her in the DJ Booth.
There was all this wild stuff going around us: people tattoing one
another, couples simulating sex - it was crazy. And when I went to
talk to Madonna, who was in the middle of it all, our conversations
turned to music. For all the multimedia extravaganzas that were braying
for her attention, it was still the music that mattered and it was
the record that we fawned over. I realized that no matter how far
I've come, I still feel the same way that I always did.
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