Saw the Apple Bros on Friday night at the on the Rox. Good ol’ Southern Fried Rock, courtesy of New York.
Woke up at 5 AM with incredible stomach pains. This sucks, why? Because in 3 hours I was meeting Bob at the rehearsal studio to do the last recording for the record. Re-doing Bass and guitars for Ripped, Torn, Broken.
I was a wreck. Exhausted, I met him there at 9 AM. But he was on his game, and I think we got a great track down.
Bob took off for work around 3 PM, and I went and grabbed Crown of India’s Chicken Korma (I ask you this: “does hair of the dog that bit ya” work for stomach pains?). Came back and worked on the guitar tracks. Took a little longer than I hoped, but about as long as I expected.
This is one of those kinds of parts where it went down in one or two takes originally, so it was all about the magic. But the tone could use much improvement. So, I tried to emulate the performance as best as I could (i think I did ok on one of the two parts). So, as a backup, I re-amped the original part, just in case.
Sunday, I took off. I needed it. REALLY needed it.