Oh alright.
Chris Sharp
dropped in to make sure we weren't spending all his money sitting around
downloading scat all day. Sorry Chris! That's second engineer Aaron throwing
signs.
Hmmm. Sounds like shit, guys. Do it again.
Not sounding at all like shit: the mack cello daddy Erik Friedlander.
Erik shows
up, buys a whole roast chicken, goes for a morning run, then burns through
everything we have planned for him in a few short hours. Dude! Let's eat!
Dinner in Petaluma: our most civilized moment in a week and a half. Which is saying very little, actually.
I think
I saw the Red Hot Chili Peppers here in 1989. Bummer we weren't
around for Tower of Power. Isn't that one of the Balco guys' band?
And then it was just us …
… and a bunch of songs ready to be taken back to SF and mixed …
… and
Tim, wanting to make sure we had a good time.
Uh, yeah. We did.
See?