(Me & William Casey Davis...takin' 5)
BACK in the days of “tweeking twang”, we recorded on giant spools of 2 inch magnetic tape, spun around 2 giant reels like hubcaps on a washing machine, that started with a low shooluck! . . . whu,whu,whuuuurrrrr, back and forth like demons, for months and months without ever stopping. We cut that tape sometimes with razor blades at just the right spot, to fix a glitch in a valuable session.
WE
WENT to unbelievable lengths to do preposterous, murderous,
impossible things with mikes, amps, and guitars. The peeps I worked with were
legend. Drugs were done in copious, irreverent excess. We were very hard on our
bodies back then . . .
. .
. especially when we were not asleep.
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