It was starting to rain and Floyd and Dave were stuck in traffic, so they were a little late. Andy smoked cigarettes at the incredible rate of 40 per minute, and I ran around like a jerk like usual and flipped about about everything for no reason at all. HB did the tracking for the evening. Rez(co-produced Salazar Brothers) was nowhere to be found. He just got a PSP and no human will probably see him for months to come. It was presumed he was at the new Tallcat studio painting or something, but we all know he was playing videogames in some dark filthy corner.
I took two pictures from the studio. Andy playing drums, and Floyd sleeping on the floor, HARD. Andy was doing levels right next to his head and he didn't even move. I thought for a minute that he was probably dead, as unlikely as that was, since that is the only way that a human being can withstand something like that. Even if he was faking it a normal person would at least flinch when a kick drum goes off feet from your face. I respect Floyd's sleeping abilities a lot.
I forgot that my camera phone is set to bullshit mode so the pictures are really small/stupid. I tried to photoshop them so you can at least see what is going on, but you probably can't see shit. I also blew them up a lot bigger so you can hope for the future. They are red for some reason unknown to man.
Here is Andy getting ready to get ready to play drums in small pixelated format:
Here is Floyd sleeping on the floor with drums going off like crazy 4 feet to the left of him in pixelated crappy format:
I had a better camera with real film in it in the car, but I was lazy and didn't want to go get it. It was also raining a little bit but that is no excuse. Moments later we went outside to look at the bullet holes in the side of the house. Recording fast rock and roll songs in a house with bullet holes in it makes us more important and worthy of an article in a magazine such as the new times or rolling stone magazine (in two years, chill out). Dave was also drinking a lot of milk which almost took a shit on the entire session. The Salazar Brothers liner note remark is not at all a joke to anyone who has worked with us.
Then we discussed plans with HB to hurry and get this song in the mail in time for the deadline (August 1st). Even from the short amount of time in there, it had a very different feel than the production of the album. I hope the frantic vibrations and wet stench of the evening translate into the song so when you listen to it you feel sick to your stomach and need to throw up. I hope you throw up every time you listen to it.
