Into The Studio (Day 2)

Photo By Lori Brooks

We were awakened by our alarm clock and then by our hostesses phone call. Not completely awake and surprisingly not jet-lagged (this came upon us the few days right after we flew back to Chicago), we dressed up and headed down for our free breakfast. The spread was wonderful, fresh fruits, an omelet bar, croissants, muffins, eggs, potatoes, bacon, and sausage (the breakfast bar became a daily occurrence, so I’ll only mention it once.) With so much free food, it was difficult to gauge our intake, so as not to become sluggish when the work comes.



Photo By Lori Brooks

(Just a side note on the realization of how much money is in this part of the country. I’ve only seen a handful of Lamborghinis at car shows, and in big city areas. This one was no slouch. It looks to be a Lamborghini Gallardo Spyder, price tag of about $220K.)


Photo By Lori Brooks


The work never really came for us this first day in the studio. We arrived at about 9AM (nothing quite like trying to make rock ‘n’ roll at 9AM on a Wednesday) and were greeted promptly by Bryan, Annette, Jon, and Seth. I exported all of my tracks from “The Bridge Is Out” on Lori’s laptop, and threw them out on the studio server. Bryan imported everything into ProTools and began tweaking and mixing everything. This went on for a couple of hours while Lori and I explored the studio and snapped pictures. There was some discussion of drums, and thankfully all I had was one stereo track of drums, so it required that they bring in a real drummer. (Konami needed separated stems and midi notes embedded in the tracks for their developers to get the song ready for the game.) Bryan clued us in on the fact that the “greatest drummer in the world” just happened to be in the area from a break on tour, but the discussion stopped at that point.









They released us for lunch and suggested downtown Burbank’s Gordon Biersch as the place to go. They were right. At the time I was not aware that Gordon Biersch was a chain (Lori and I were hoping to eat at places in California that you couldn’t find anywhere else, or anywhere in Illinois for that matter) but their menu was different, their beer was delicious, and it just had that overall California feel to it, so it was truly worth it. Everyone on the wait staff was pleasantly attractive, very nice, and had very unique facial characteristics, almost as if you could tell they were all aspiring actors or actresses ready to hand out headshots at a moment’s notice.





Downtown Burbank was gorgeous, weird shops, all kinds of interesting restaurants, palm trees, expensive cars (without any rust), and the Cartoon Network building within walking distance.

After lunch we checked in with the studio and we were given the rest of the day off. It was time to see the sights, from a car (everyone knows that California and cars mix very well). Since we were in Burbank we decided to hit the studios first. We drove by all of them, and stopped at Warner Bros. for some photo ops. From there we hit Hollywood, Beverly Hills, and finally Rodeo Drive. Lots to see, Southern California is a very beautiful place. Lori and I snapped almost 1300 pictures while we were out there; we tend to be very shutter happy while traveling.

After many hours in the car, and the ever present piling up of work we decided we better see the ocean now while we still have the chance. We couldn’t be that close to the Pacific without getting a glimpse. Apparently no one else in Southern California had the same idea. The wind howled off the water and threw sand at us at breakneck speed. If it were anyone else, it would have been a horrible day at the beach. But we were still on cloud nine, getting to do all of this on someone else’s dime. It need not be said, but I’m sure this day would have only been better had we been cruising around in a fire apple red convertible the size of medium seafaring vessel.











About 6:30 we headed back to the studio to check in and Seth was attempting to lay down drums for our track, it was not going well, and I could tell Bryan was frustrated. He talked about having another 6 hours of work that night before we could come in and start recording. We were released again.

We were beat, but we headed back to the hotel, changed clothes, and since we knew the next two days would be treacherously long, we decided that, yes, we wanted to see more. We headed to the Hard Rock Café at Universal’s Citywalk. 100 or so pictures and an eight dollar cheeseburger later, we were headed back to the hotel for bed. Then I got the call from Bryan. “Hey, Gregg Bissonette has done me a personal favor, he came up to the studio and we were done in an hour”. This was the afformentioned “greatest drummer in the world” and he was now on our track (this is Ringo’s drummer man, he’s jammed with a Beatle, that’s just messed up man, far out). We could have only been happier if we could have met him personally, alas, this was not the case.








We sank into our bed and slept hard.