CHAPTER TWO: Making Enemies All Over


We finally get to the studio, Master Groove studios to be precise. A wonderfully cramped home studio with a big, big sound that would knock your bloody socks off. That is of course you are wearing sock and no they don’t have to be bloody. There we met the next person “not to piss off” and that was our producer. A nice fellow who helped us out immensely with the drum sound. This guy even let us borrow AC/DC’s snare drum, so for all you AC/DC fanatics out there and if you are reading this I can’t imagine that you are, in fact I can’t imagine anyone reading this. Any who when the CD comes out (cross your fingers) listen to the snare and think to yourself, YOU…SHOOK ME ALL NIGHT LONG!!! On second thought don’t do that, it’s silly. Back to our producer, the nice, nice fellow whom didn’t even stick around for one song. I don’t think he has heard us yet. So lucky for us he wasn’t around long enough to get pissed off and feel the wraith of our jackassness (No, it’s not a word and No, I don’t care).


With the first of many equipment problems bogging us down we managed to lay down all the drum tracks in two days. Not a bad deal if I do say so myself, and by the way I do. By the times we get around to the guitars Mr. Coutland and his underlings start insisting that we rent a car and drive our selves to and from the studio. They had been doing it and were already tired of it. Well that’s just great. Fine even. We will spend our small accumulation of dollars on a car because some people don’t like doing their job. Our spirits sink down a couple of notches at this point.