Before DAWS, Pro Tools and playlists, there was tape, musicians playing together, songs with bridges, and late nights searching for the groove.

We drank shitty, burnt coffee, suffered a haze of smoke and other non-musical paraphernalia, all with a common goal of reel-to-real musical perfection.
 

These are real stories from my time working in recording studios near the beginning of the end of the analog era. Part stories with morals, part time capsules, each vignette captures the magic, chaos, luck, and learning that defined my earliest years in music.

You’ll meet legends, misfits, mentors, and some people who just happened to be in the right room at the right time. (Sometimes, that person was me.)​