As a maelstrom of waves, rain, and typhoon force winds pummel the jagged cliffs of the Santa Cruz coast, another storm of comparable ferocity continues to bluster inside the confined walls of the Gadget Box. Thunderclaps of grace notes and lightning flashes of vibrato strike into surrounding microphones with amazing speed and force. Every once in a while the two storms, of two worlds, collide with disastrous effect...
"David, was your drone wavering in that B section? I thought I heard something weird in there."
"No way Ryan, that was a solid take. Did you see the lights flicker? It must have been a power surge."
"Come on man, you've been at that part on the pipes for almost three hours, I would understand if you where getting tired-- want to take a quick brake? Get some La Cabana?"
"Hey, serious, it was a power surge! Let's take it again from the top..."
This was my swollen blistered hand after five hours of straight playing on the highland pipes...Ouch! But at last, all of the highland pipe tracks for the new album where complete, nestled on a solid bed of guitar and bazouki accompaniment.
"That last take was for you Andy, Je ne suis pas une perfectionist!"
Then the daunting task of meticulously matching every 32nd-note of a fiddle part to the pipe track came down to one man.... John Weed.
But with more notes bowed in ten hours than fill all nine of Beethoven's completed symphonies, his work too was finally done. And the finished product...?
Well, lets just say the Admiral wont be sitting back sipping Peruvian at Coffeetopia for much longer....
--David
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