Studio Report 1
decembar 5th, 2007Greetings to the hordes of frost and melancholy, drapped in the sorrow of a thousand wintermoons and diseased lamb’s blood!
We are in the world-renowned metropolis of Senta, the mecca of heavy metal, where Gene Simmons fucked his first goat (or so the legend goes) and we are knee-deep in metal hysterics and blasphemous summonings of ancient spirits of the elderwoods (in translation, we are recording our album).
The first day was spent travelling to Senta in Oldschool Senior’s Dacia pickup, one of the most manly vehicles to ever grace the streets of this fine war-torn country of ours.
We then arrived and were greeted with open arms (and anus) by Marjan, the host with the most, and his studly brother Nikola (who will be producing the album and has an incredibly fit rear end).
The first half of the day, as far as the brothers Andrijasevic are concerned, set the course for what the next several days would look like for them; eating large portions of meat products and sleeping like koalas and hibernating grizzly bears.
Not even a thoroughly excited Patrick Swayze could wake the slumbering giant known as Big Daddy Stain.
we spent the night drinking in the kitchen and sweating like Arabs. Later we decided to change locations and continued to consume large amounts of lukewarm beer under a bridge, after which Matija commented that we are way more metal than that fucking bridge. I, Laza, nodded in agreement.
We set up the drum kit the next day. Well, we actually did that in the morning and spent the rest of the day eating large amounts of meat (no homo), sleeping and drinking. Oldschool spent the whole day playing Ne Ljuti Se Covece online.
The next day we actually had microphones set up, some nice sounds, and pops was ready to bring the thunder, to, if you will, strike with his two wooden hammers of might and fury the couldrons of percussive destruction which he presides over (in translation, to play his drums).
In the process of recording, pops realised that his china cymbal was so loud that he could not hear the click track in his headphones over it.
We then used the most professional of techniques in audio isolation and constructed pops a makeshift turbin to help him with his hearing problems. Not only did he look like the bastard son of Mike Portnoy and the crowned prince of Dubai, but he also was able to play a lot better afterwards.
Since the rest of us had nothing to do while pops was recording, we decided to buy a lot of beer.
Oldschool continued to eat well and poop solid shit for the first time in over a month.
This is Endre, he brought us Rush albums to listen to and drank beer with us. He’s dreamy.
And that’s pretty much how it went down. Pops recorded five songs yesterday and has four more to record today. As I type this, he is recording Murder the Distance.
That’s it for now.
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