A few weeks back on a Friday night, I was up at the space hammering through an editing session with my mate; cutting, coloring, scrunching things. Hours can fly by this way. And so can a bottle of Evan Williams and a twelve pack of Guinness.
We got there around 7:30 PM and the last time I looked at a clock it was approaching 11 PM. So I honestly don’t know how I wound up on the concrete floor in a pool of Guinness surrounded by broken glass at 9 AM.
Not knowing what happened last night is not my style. In fact, though I’m no stranger to a hard night’s fun, I cannot ever remember blacking out. But apparently I did. Because the next day my mate met me at our gig and informed me that not only did we do some editing but we also got on the instruments and jammed for a while. He said I kept reprimand-ingly saying that “everything is on the one.” Not only that but he said we recorded it; and on top of that I engineered it.
Well that’s his story anyway. I can’t find the damn thing. He ended up on the concrete floor too. Well, actually he was on a rug.
nice! now you have to find the tape…
Tape! Suuure, Olde Man.
Good work. I think I blacked out for an entire Keenlies show back in the day at Epstien’s bar. Luckily, no tape has emerged.