In perfect harmony with the flurry of activity and layering of music inside St. Paul's Fuzzy Slippers Studio, snow fell on the day last month when Rogue Valley passed the halfway mark on its fourth album in one year.
Granted, the sight of flurries was nothing unusual. Minnesota's bitter, soul-sucking winter of 2010-11 actually might have been the final cosmic blessing for one of the more ambitious projects ever undertaken by a Twin Cities rock band. Rogue Valley's seasonal recording marathon winds down with this week's release of the "winter" album, "False Floors."
"If it had started warming up come February, I probably would've lost my steam," admitted Rogue Valley frontman Chris Koza.
In the studio's conference/dining room, guitarist Peter Sieve sat at a table with his Gretsch six-string in hand, headphones on, working on one of the key tracks in the project's 46-song canon, "Onward and Over." His lunch sat beside him. "I've gotten used to doing a lot of different things simultaneously," he said.
In the main recording room, the band's violinist friend Kip Jones fit the final piece to another song, "Shoulder to Shoulder." In the control booth, engineer Paul Marino coached Jones on acoustics but otherwise let him do his thing. Bouncing between the rooms was Koza, who probably should have been pulling out his naturally tousled hair or at least yelling at somebody about something. That's really what the visiting journalist showed up to see. But the guy was as cool as the weather.
"I got a little nuts making the summer album," claimed Koza, who also managed to squeeze in his wedding in June. "But we got a lot more efficient as we went along. We moved quicker without getting too mechanical, or sacrificing the things that make records special."
When Rogue Valley takes the stage Friday night at the Varsity Theater for its last of four CD release parties, it genuinely deserves to take a bow. Granted, in this day and age of hi-fi home-recording equipment -- when 21-year-olds can make super-polished platinum records in their basements in Owatonna -- it's not all that hard to make one album every three months. But it is difficult to make albums like the ones Rogue Valley has delivered, each well crafted, lovingly arranged, thematically tied and consistently enjoyable.
Musically and lyrically, "False Floors" sums up the entire project, which started with the sprawling, youthful, bright-eyed spring release "Crater Lake" last April. In between, the band issued the rawer, rockier, feistier summer collection, "The Bookseller's House," and fall's somber and serene "Geese in the Flyway."