Bernie Mack has been working professionally as a Recording Engineer for the past 17 years. He started out at Streeterville Studios and WarZone Recorders in the early 90's. From 1996 to 2007, he was a staff engineer at Star Trax Recording INC. Over the years he developed a long list clients and album credits. In 1999, he became a faculty member at The International Academy of Design and Technology, teaching digital audio production. He was named “Distinguished Educator of the Year” for the years 2001 and 2004. From 2007 to 2011, he held the position of Associate Chair for the Recording Arts Program at Flashpoint Academy. His recording and equalization techniques have been published in various audio textbooks as well as professional periodicals. Currently, he teaches music recording at Columbia College Chicago and audio production at Prairie State College. Professionally he is working at Tranquility One Studios in Tinley Park, getting TONE.. 

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Tone Blog:
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In a sea of tired cliches concerning who is more lo-fi, who cares more about the cut of their jeans or the height of their hair, who expends the most effort to appear the most casual, My Blue Valentine thrives on the twin forces of contradiction and hook. For the former, imagine, if you can, Billie Holiday at the honkey-tonk, Patsy Cline in a smoke-filled, Southern r&b juke joint, Amy Winehouse, finished with rehab, dreaming of one last drink, fronting X in Exene's absence. For the latter, My Blue Valentine worships at the temple of late-50's bluesmen and early-60's girl groups, bordertown Texican swing and torch-song balladry.

Night falls on Chicago, a melody wafts from a subterranean club, the air is thick with blues guitar, but it's not the blues. The drums drop into a beat like a slow-moving train, the piano twinkles with a dusty-saloon phrase, but it certainly isn't country. And then, that voice: delicate power, a break into the high notes to syncopate your heartbeat, a forlorn whisper shifts to a face-smacking belt, familiar but distant, a timbre you can't quite place but are certain has touched you before.

My Blue Valentine is following