I debuted as a music producer this weekend, and although I wanted to channel the genius of Paul Martin or Brian Eno, or at least wave a gun around like Phil Specter, I ended up mainly getting stir crazy sitting in a chair clicking buttons, but in between the socializing, a diverse crowd (Whitney, Eric, Liz, Mary, Mose, John, Chantal, Keith) laid down a diverse number of tracks: violin, spoken word, melodies, harmonies, screaming, etc. and the final product should be available by Christmas.
Notice, he didn't put his all important wife on the list, nor did he ever ask her to sing.
ReplyDeleteeven the almighty producer gets in trouble with his wife . . .
ReplyDeleteCan you guys take this conversation off line? This blog is starting to look like facebook. You may have to change the name to Davebook.
ReplyDeletejesus, al. like he needs another reason to think he's the center of the universe.
ReplyDeleteI was just trying to throw another useless idea into Dave's head. You know how he get's excited about something for a minute and then dismisses it because it might require some effort.
ReplyDeletei'm going to open a facebook once i finish mixing this magnum opus so i can promote it.
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