So,

We're back from another weekend of recording and, although everything worked out swimmingly, we are simply beyond tired and have officially entered the realm of "dead on our feet." Lots of crazy things happened this weekend people, and we'll discuss all of them, but when we left off on Friday I believe I was in the middle of a story......

Saturday

Saturday I woke up with a full-on hangover, which I don't know....may have been helped along by sleeping on an air mattress on a cement floor in a basement? Who knows? Anyway, the head was pounding and the mouth was dry so I drank approximately ten gallons of nasty Brooklyn tap water and weaved my way upstairs to the studio.

And so even though I felt like the ass of an ass of an ass I was still excited because today was my day to R-O-C-K. After two days of sitting around I was ready.

Now, recording is fun but it also sucks. It's fun because you get to use a bunch of really expensive equipment that you probably shouldn't ever even be allowed to see, let alone touch. I mean, you seriously get asked the question "Would you rather use the '62 tele through the Matchless, or the '57 Special through the Vox?" That's stone cold fun, folks. But it also kind of sucks when you're laying down the guitar track, the one took you forever to write, the one that makes the girlies scream, the one that's going to change the frigging world...and the producer clicks in through the headphones and says "Joe, I'm not really feeling that. Play it more like Keith Richards would have if he was in the Beach Boys covering an Adam Ant song. OK, you got it baby. Rolling tape..." That is stone cold stressful.

And that's pretty much how my day went. Lots of stops and starts, rewrites and frustration. But when it was over there was some pretty good rock and roll in those ones and zeros, so I can't really complain.

Anywho, tomorrow we'll talk about Sunday, when everything went CRAZY, and by CRAZY I mean when Gordon tracked a lot of vocals and I played some more guitar. Whoohoo!