Feed yer Ear, Stuff yer Gullet

This is the design for our new t-shirt. Pretty spiffy, eh? It appeals to my inner Illuminati.



This is the Studio B 'control room'. It appeals to my inner anarchist. I was expecting a 4-5 piece instrumental group this morning, but was presented with an 8-member jazz/funk combo from the Richmond Jazz Composers Alliance, complete with vocals.
No problem. I am a master of the art of guerilla wiring. I'll just grab this from here, attach it to that thing over there -here- put the headphones on...jest a sec..


I tell my friends that if you asked me to design a studio to be as impractical and difficult to work in as possible, I'd be hard pressed to improve on what we already have.
Note the window on the left. That's just a normal window, not soundproofed at all. That's where the bands set up.The ceiling is a sunroof, which gets pretty hot, even in the fall.
I actually know where all those cables go- I'll show you in a sec.
You can see my reflection in a mirror in the middle or the transmitter rack on the right.

Those cables connect to my microphones:


Of course, it's all useless without musicians. These guys were fucking great- I'm listening to the recording now. After each song, I heard a loud burst of applause from the DJ studio which is on the other side of my lttle control room.




Afterwards, we had many burritos. I'd been at the station since 6:30 am, so I took mine home.
There was a surprise for me there- the hospital across the street was having a street festival- I was walking to my door through the crowd, carrying my crates of mics and cables, when an Events guy said, " oh, hey, the stage is that way..."
Uh , uh. My house is over there...my gig is finished. Until tomorrow..

This the Colon-Rectal Specialist Tent, where a cheerful young man gave me a free hotdog and advised me to get my colon checked. I'm not kidding.
Next to it was the Diabetes Awareness Tent, where I got a Coke and some SweetTarts, behind this was the Hypertension Booth, dispensing salty potato chips and popcorn.
I'd swear the hospital must be trying to create customers.


That's my building in the background. There are two ugly buidings in my neighborhood.
I live in one and the other one is the hospital across the street.
The view from my doorway:


Now it's time to watch football and eat all this food that people keep giving me.