Where do recordists build their studios? Bedrooms? Garages? Basements? Attics? All of the above, of course. The luckiest ones, however, are able to find a dedicated space — and, Lord willing, book enough clients to cover the rent every month. But in order to build the Music Integrated Kiosk Environment (M.I.K.E.), Stuart Hyatt decided to commandeer, of all things, a derelict grain silo. He was able to finish it thanks to volunteer labor, donated materials, the help of local technical college and funding from a non-profit arts organization in Wisconsin — giving the project a pronounced regional identity. Several months later M.I.K.E. returned the favor — it produced a community-oriented album and eventually turned into a communal recording space for local artists.
It's hard to think of a less obvious home for a recording studio but Hyatt insists that M.I.K.E. makes perfect sense. "In terms of tapping into vernacular architecture and a sense of regional aesthetic, it definitely fits," he says. "Putting this in Miami or New York makes less sense — it's kind of a ubiquitous structure here in the Midwest. Activating it and inviting people in can only be a reflection of the community. Both structurally and kind of metaphorically, it made sense as a container of nutrients for people, and if that could be expanded into the realm of creativity this could be a sort of storage facility for ideas among people you were working with."
It's a grand vision, to be sure, and Hyatt comes off sounding more philosophically coherent than the architects working for studios with ten times the budget. But he's also quite the pragmatist: "They look really cool, and we got one donated," he laughs. The former is not a trivial concern; Hyatt and creative partner Richard Saxton say that the studio's outlandish appearance was deliberate, and hope that it will elicit similarly inspired performances from its inhabitants. In fact, he refers to it as a sculpture half the time. "Both Richard and I err on the side of form, coming from a visual artist's background," says Hyatt. "Nobody's going to want to pay $100 an hour to come walk into this thing and cut their demo to become a rock star — this is more of a community that, by its very presence and visual wackiness, will act as a beacon for people to come in and express themselves. We're hoping that the sculptural qualities, while they may not technically go by the rules of studio design, will provide other intangible things that are going to get the best performance out of people that are in there," he continues. "Spatial design and mechanics can affect the performance, and I'm hoping that this relies more on having an inspiring presence than its functionality as a recording studio."
At most studios the console would come before the interior decorator, but here Hyatt obsesses over color schemes and plugs everything into a Digi 002 Pro Tools setup. During the summer of 2006 Hyatt pimped his silo until it looked like something halfway between a deep-sea submersible and an alien incubation chamber. But his explorations were aimed at the heart of the local populace, and it wasn't a terrifying beastie that was gestating inside — it was a record. M.I.K.E., Volume 1 was recorded at the end of the summer, just after the studio went live. Hyatt, a recording artist himself, shepherded timid locals through the process of recording songs that he had composed specifically to capture the Wisconsin experience, not unlike what might go down if you locked Sufjan Stevens [Tape Op #70] in a tiny metal canister with a municipal band. "One of the major humps that we had to get over was having to prove that you could record a good album in there," he says, "We baptized this thing by fire, I guess. The CD is about some of the stories I've heard from the community, filtered through the voices of community members — none of whom are professional musicians, and all of whom are there to learn more about expressing themselves."
He describes inviting some inquisitive neighbors on board, using, "Would you like to come record something?" as the ice-breaker to a relationship. "We were working with amateurs, whose expectations of a recording studio didn't really exist," he explains. This gave him carte blanche to go nuts with the deliberately absurdist design — "The biggest thing you want to do with people who aren't used to recording is make them feel comfortable and inspired," he says, "because there's nothing like sticking a microphone in front of somebody that makes them recoil. Even though they're sitting in this lunar landing pod out in the middle of the field, they feel like the rest of the world disappears for a minute," he adds. "That's what you want when you're trying to get a performance out of somebody."
The design went through many iterations along the way; "We were mostly refining based on running out of money and not being able to find materials," laughs Hyatt. One early version had an isolated control room, which was eventually scrapped in order to keep the exterior dimensions within the confines of the "wide load" specification needed in order to cart it around on the interstate system with a flatbed truck. "It's kind of the size of a bedroom home studio," he says — that's about 12 feet in diameter, for those of you playing at home, "but it's really wide open and there's not a lot of permanently installed furniture, so it can be reconfigured." Eventually, however, the more painful construction memories catch up. "Everything was a challenge. Every phase of the design presented a number of problems," he moans. "What makes these kind of things exciting is that there's no blueprint or precedent. You can't just go online or to the library and look up grain silo recording studio designs." He learned a lot along the way about soundproofing, remote control devices for air conditioning units and the ungodly clanging made by heavy Midwest rains beating down on a metal roof. The most arduous undertaking, however, was a product of the notion that the whole structure should be able to open up and serve as a portable outdoor stage — as a result it became part studio, part sculpture and also an industrial jigsaw puzzle of sorts. Several agonizing months later he had a design that would split apart along a seam held together by sixteen bolts, revealing the innards to whoever might be curiously watching from down the street.
It's almost a shame that despite the knowledge gained Hyatt says he could never undertake another M.I.K.E. project. "I don't really look back and think about what could be improved upon," he says, "because I'm not sure it helps with the next project." He's probably right — especially since he envisions the next one being built on a boat that he'd then take on a tour of the Great Lakes. But that's way off in the future — and since M.I.K.E. is so clearly ahead of its time in both appearance and social utility, Hyatt can afford to relax for a bit before going at it again. There's talk of taking the structure on a tour of some sort — after all, it was designed to be portable — but for now it's parked outside the John Michael Kohler Arts Center in downtown Sheboygan, where volunteer operators are being recruited and trained in order to bring Hyatt's vision to life.
As the recording industry continues to splinter from the larger facilities to the garages and basements, M.I.K.E. is proof that convergence is still possible if it has the backing of artist, audience, and community. "When the ship landed everybody wanted to come record," says Hyatt, "not because we had the best set of mics or preamps or anything, but because they had ownership and expectations that this thing was already a valued part of their landscape." That might indicate that Sheboygan has an artistic energy that other cities don't. Then again, maybe it's just that Hyatt just knows how to capture it.
