This probably won’t make you laugh – it was something of a location joke (i.e. “you had to be there”) – but I nearly wet myself:

Last night, recording. We were in between takes. I’d been giving J grief about his love of reverb – he’s so used to hearing reverb on his voice that he’s bummed without it, and I HATE REVERB. (TB told me that’s unusual in a singer, but I don’t own any gear so I can’t HIDE MY FLAWS WITH REVERB.) (Reverb is for pussies and guitar players. I am so serious.)

Anyway, we were in between takes. It was quiet. I was sitting on the floor, K was nearby. TB was tweaking stuff on the laptop across the room. Recording gear was everywhere – instruments, thermoses of tea, wires, cables, mics, scores, notes, shaker eggs.

In the utter quiet, I muttered: “I hate reverb.”

K replied: “I hate compression.”

And then TB, from the console, as if queued: “I hate you.”

It became a little schtick: ‘I hate reverb I hate compression I hate you’, ‘I hate reverb I hate compression I hate you’, ‘I hate reverb I hate compression I hate you’.

Seriously – that shit was so funny!

No? Hmm. Guess ya hadda be there. 😉