Tuesday (February 8) I headed down to Trench Studios with the remnants of a 12-pack of Coors Light and a hankering to listen to some sick track riffage. It was late in the day and what should have been less than a 30 minute trip turned into an hour because of rush hour traffic. Getting anywhere fast in Southern California at 5:00 PM is pretty much impossible. I figured Hellfiend and Bodybag would be knee deep in recording by then but alas! When I arrive, no one is there! Haddad pulls up into his driveway sporting a bag of Del Taco goodies and informs me that Bodybag is on his way and Hellfiend wouldn’t even be there until Wednesday. Frack!!
I head into the house and see that Eliseo from Imperial Decay and Scott from Abysmal Dawn are tracking Imperial Decay stuff in the living room. I proceed to bug them with questions about how post-op transsexuals make the sexy sexy for a few minutes until Bodybag finally arrives. The Imperial Decay shit is sick by the way and they never fully answered my questions. Buncha jerks.
Bodybag meanders on in finally (our cute little nickname for him is “The Meanderthal”) and soon gear is setup and he’s quickly on his way to recording the first rhythm tracks for the new album. Sweeeeet! I hang around for moral support and drink while he plays. More often than not I say encouraging things like, “No, no, that sucks. Do it again. Gay....Gay...GAY!!” He loves that kind of motivation. When my mind wanders from caring about what Bodybag is playing, I venture forth out into the living room where the Playboy channel is constantly on, streaming large amounts of porn on screen. Just in case you’re curious, yes, they do show penetration; just no anal or money shots. Bummer!
Wednesday (February 9) Hellfiend shows up but this time I bring no beer because of my utter disappointment with the day before. If I don’t drink, NO ONE DRINKS!!! Actually I forgot to buy anything, plus I’m saving my pennies for a life-size sculpture of Jim Varney. Shit’s expensive yo! Of course Hellfiend’s nailing his rhythm tracks but I think it’s because of my moral support and playing the part of cheerleader that gets them through the process. I forgot my short skirt but did bring my Gravehill pom-poms just in case you’re wondering; which I know you are. You can see my motivational pictures on my Facebook page. I was going to post them here but I don’t know how to do it right and I’m too lazy to learn.
The original plan was for me to head into the studio Thursday and Friday to start bass tracking but that is pushed back to Saturday. Thorgrimm was complaining about moving my cabinet and getting it there in time. I told him to load up my bass cabinet into his SUV by himself and drive it all the way from Orange County into Corona using his own gas and to quit bitching. Gah! What a big whiner! Blah blah blah “OH MY BACK” blah blah blah Whatevs.
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