My pal Greg has the room setup for recording and routinely records anything that happens there. It sounds pretty good usually (wish I could do that) .
What screwed up that recording, dropping the subtlety, is we were wasted. WASTED!
The last thing we did actually went OK -I worked hard with the lead player and queued the drummer to follow. We were looking in each others eyes. Singer and other guitar were all over it. Like all good singers, our boy played harp. We had a lady doing first class backup vocals. It should have been good.
But being WASTED meant we'd forgotten to turn on the mics for the drums. That ruined our only chance at satisfaction.
That said, I'm not so extreme about it as Vinny seems to think. But I was in LA at that time of that story, and I'm here to tell you, there are some strange cats there. We finally hired a surfer boy whom none of us liked, who was stoned all the time, to play by the hour in the studio for us.
Despite his many personality issues, dude could get it done. Hence no complaints from us.
Talbot
