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When we met to drive to the studio, it was pouring rain in huge drenching buckets. We didn't let that dampen our spirits, ho ho! |
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Minutes after leaving, the rain had turned to sleet.
Then to snow. There was noticeable accumulation by the time we
reached the studio. Late May, remember. Pay no attention to the audio track on this .avi. Really. |
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Recording in a professional studio turns out to be enormously fun. That microphone in front of Becca (conducting, foreground at right) was worth $12,000. Is, I mean. Is worth. Shh. |
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When I say "enormously fun", I mean "more fun than we appear to be having here". |
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"I sound like what?" |
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No, we didn't kill him. He does this at every rehearsal. |
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The control room was this blurry in real life. |
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Our recording engineer, Nicholas Cage, took this photo of us at the end of the session. We weren't trying to look tired. |
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Hangin' out at Mr. Crepe in Davis Square in post-recording jubilation. |