Recording. (2)

When people say you have to suffer for your art, I'm not sure if this is what they have in mind.


In the absence of proper studio furnishings, we positioned the mixing desk on a foosball table. Just like the pros do.


Warning: cannibalism may impair your command of the English language.


Next to the baby mixer, our mascot: a piglet propelling his boat by blowing into the sails with a tuba. His friends comment, "Wonderful! If you keep blowing you'll reach America in no time!"


Barring sign language or Charades, the only way to communicate between the drum and control rooms is via microphones and headphones. Here I'm trying to signal to the drummer to finish toying with the camera and put his "cans" on.