Analog Adventures: The Blog

Welcome to the golden hours of studio life in the 1980s—told from behind the console with artists big and small, speakers blaring, rooms full classic mics, consoles, and outboard gear, with an occasional nap in a vocal booth.

Before 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 real-to-reel 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.)

Let’s rewind to the beginning.