It's a dreary gray November afternoon when I pull off of Music Row and into the alley that bisects the Office Park of Broken Dreams. The worker drones of the country music industry are still hard at work toiling in the hive to create yet another product indistinguishable from the others save for a fiddle here or an endorsement deal there. There's hardly anywhere to park when I roll into the parking lot behind Lake Fever Productions. Escalades and Lexi fill the adjoining lots like monuments to the industry's days of wine and roses, in steadfast denial of the fact that their livelihood is inching closer to the endangered species list every day. There are dinosaurs among us, and they cast a long shadow over the small studio that houses Lake Fever, unaware that this concrete bunker is making moves that speed along their extinction.

OK, the recent music industry downturn might not really be an extinction-level event, but the money that was falling from the sky for the last 20 years is no more, and that has certainly thinned the herd. In the almost five years since Lake Fever partners Jason Bullock, John Baldwin and Joe Baine Colvert opened up shop on Music Row, record sales have dropped dramatically, recording budgets have been slashed and record industry revenues have become shadows of their former selves. The rise of digital recording has made it easier for independent artists to record at home, depleting demand for studios while increasing the world's supply of half-assed music by a factor of 10 or 12 million. There has never been a less opportune time to be running a small studio—but Lake Fever has been nimble enough to make it work.

When I finally park and make my way into the studio, I'm greeted by a roomful of local hipsters who have stopped by to watch the filming for the latest episode of the Lake Fever Sessions, the web series produced by the studio with local video crew Tugboat Productions. Janet Timmons, host of WRVU's Out the Other and den mother for the local rock scene, has brought beer and sausage Ro-Tel dip. Caitlin Rose is flitting about the lounge, talking excitedly about her new U.K. record deal and upcoming shows in London, while Skip Matheny from Roman Candle sits on the couch breathing it all in. Up-and-coming folk rocker Elvis Perkins (son of Anthony "Fear Strikes Out" Perkins) and his band are in the main room working up new, impromptu arrangements to fit the fast-and-dirty shooting style of the Lake Fever Sessions—the setup is basically a couple of lights, a couple of mics and a couple of cameras. No laser beams or dolly shots in this joint.

The room is relaxed, despite the space and time constraints—half the people hanging out need to be at Mercy Lounge for soundcheck shortly—while Jason Bullock paces back and forth beneath the sun-bleached steer skull that hangs over the mixing board. Bullock tweaks a couple of knobs as Perkins and band settle on just the right amount of humming and tambourine before cutting their first tune. The crowd settles into the control room, quietly observing the proceedings as the cameramen roll tape and Rachel Briggs, a photographer for American Songwriter, discreetly documents the occasion. The band sound relaxed, and it's hard to shake the feeling that you're sitting on someone's front porch watching a fleeting moment that could never be recaptured—until you realize that it's all on tape and will eventually make it to the Internet, vibe fully intact.

While great, these sessions aren't a cash cow for Lake Fever. In fact, after over 17 sessions—including indie heavyweights like Travis, Cursive and St. Vincent, and shout-outs from web luminaries like My Old Kentucky Blog, Brooklyn Vegan and Pitchfork—Lake Fever has yet to monetize this time- and effort-intensive project. Not that they don't want to make money, but the sense you get from talking to John, Jason and Joe about the sessions is that the challenge of creating a calling card for the side of Nashville that you'll never see on CMT is enough of a reward for now. The challenge of creating great sounding, intimate recordings on the fly has changed the way they work and pulled them away from the safety blanket of overdubbing and re-recording that typified their previous efforts. (See How I Became the Bomb's Deadly Art for an example.) Using the studio as an instrument is quite a skill in and of itself, but the ability to use the studio as a conduit to transport recorded sounds from a completely different time and place and into the present is a handy tool to have in the box.

When you're a small studio operating on the shoestring budgets of local bands and labels, trying to keep the lights on in the midst of the worst economic conditions since the 45-RPM single was introduced, word of mouth is the best marketing—even if that mouth is attached to local comedian Chris Crofton. After the avant-jokester—best known around town for his absurd, confrontational stand-up—and his weekly radio show The Best of Bread were unceremoniously dropped from the WRVU schedule this past August, Lake Fever stepped into the role of producers and partnered with the Scene's own music blog, Nashville Cream, to give the world the weekly Chris Crofton Show podcast. Freed from the strictures of terrestrial broadcasting and cranky student-managers, The new Chris Crofton Show finds the cult favorite in top form, hilariously off-kilter and far more relaxed and genial than you'd expect if you've ever seen him live. As Colvert explains, the show is just Chris being himself, alone in a dark room spouting nonsense and listening to way-out novelty tunes like "Who Hid the Halibut on the Poop Deck?"

The Lake Fever crew doesn't spend all its time on philanthropy for music fiends and deranged humorists, though—they do actually have some paying customers. The last few years have seen John Baldwin's reputation as a mastering engineer grow exponentially. In addition to the new projects from locals Glossary, Tim Chad & Sherry and the stunning debut from Chelsea Crowell, Baldwin was behind the board for an upcoming reissue for the Louvin Brothers' seminal Satan Is Real. And in a show of true versatility, Baldwin also mastered a recently assembled collection of Kris Kristofferson's 1960s demos ("You can hear the TV in the other room on some tracks!") and polished up the soundtrack for aggro-skronk kings The Jesus Lizard's upcoming DVD recorded live at Exit/In. This is on top of studio albums by locals like Heypenny, Michael Harrel and Luisa Lopez, not to mention last year's albums by Superdrag and Silver Jews. The boys are busy, and rather than resting on their laurels waiting for the big payoff, they're busting their humps while hanging in there for the long haul.

As the session comes to a close, Perkins and his band are packing their instruments, the Tugboat boys are stowing their cameras and Timmons is cleaning up her Crock Pot in the lounge. The playbacks for the day's effort are playing through the monitor speakers, and it's hard to believe that a little over an hour ago the artists and engineers were just introducing themselves. The sounds are haunting and timeless, hardly a record of the current zeitgeist and more like a pristine companion to the great Folkway's field recordings—a slice of culture apart from the mainstream, but a slice worth preserving and cherishing.

As folks say their goodbyes and the band rushes off to their paying gig, I can't help but notice a childlike painting of The Features hanging on the wall of the main tracking room. "God Save Rock 'n' Roll" is scrawled across the rudimentary portrait of Nashville's favorite underdogs, and for a brief moment you can't help but think that He has—for as long as there's kids out there willing to make art for art's sake there's still hope for survival. Music Row and its old guard might be doomed, but rock 'n' roll and its proponents just might be in good shape.

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