Studio

The next phase is official. We checked the place out tonight. Fantastic vibe in the joint The producers will contribute a great deal. One of the fellas has an interest in electronica and was throwing lingo on cue that left Andres and I completely in left field. He humored me by listening to a track from Modern Life is Rubbish (“the album should be biting and dry, like this” while vehemently waving my arms around like a schizophrenic on crack). He’s going to challenge our sound…thank God. The other one, a shrewd business man...the mad scientist of the operation…a critical individual…hard to please. I like him.

Jonathan was there tonight while we were checking the place out. I spoke with him for a few, made a complete ass of myself, (the best I could do was “I used to be a huge fan of your work.” “Used to be?!?” he replied, half jokingly). He shared some delicious treats a “stalker” of his had sent him. It was sort of like breaking bread with a patron saint, or an alien, or something. I remember my father taking me to a drum clinic when I was 10, and Jonathan was performing. I had been playing drums for a few months. Ye gods, he was amazing. The man’s playing simply demanded the attention and respect from anyone within earshot. The bartenders were shitting themselves. All bombs and fireworks and the sound of Switzerland self destructing into smithereens (if Switzerland were to explode, for no real reason). He was incredible…a machine…very calculating…and with poise and grace that which was unprecedented to my 10 year old eyes, ears, and ego. It changed everything.

This, invariably, ups the ante. No doubt, a completely numbing mind fuck for months to come…nothing but white noise…Technicolor spots…long grog induced hazes at 4am completely second guessing everything that comes to mind. Ah, sit tight, son. All that will come later. For now, we’re giddy and hungry, right where a band should be at this stage of writing an album.
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