Next time we need to be on drugs and have lots of suffering and alcohol abuse going on while recording, I’m kinda picturing a Jerry Lee Lewis session from the mid Seventies.

It was an issue of the Woody Times and had just come in the mail. I saw the picture, read the description and decided to give the seller, who lived in Baltimore, a call.

Ummm, reach for the stars and keeps your hands on the ground? Something like that? I guess you would end up with your arse in the air.

It’s not just about fun and games. I understand this is a business.

All I know is that when I mix to digital and when I mix to tape I compare them and the tape always wins out.

Hey bands, you’re all welcome to fly me to some exotic location and I’ll record you there, Y’know that right? You don’t have to come to this God forsaken place. Hope I can visit you...

I am on sabbatical as of right now, been too busy to think of about my OWN needs as of late.

I can write music but I’m not much for words.

I like to think I’m straightforward and honest in my dealings with people. I want something good to come out of here cause my name’s on it too.

We think it is a great building in a market where we see increased leasing activity. We believe the building will lease up quickly over the coming year and we see the medical market continuing...

I’m delighted to be Number 1, but next week I don’t want people to buy my record, I want them to buy Band Aid.

Our homes are safe from water, very little wind damage, but there’s no power, food, no electricity [for my wife],

In postscript let’s just say that I am very fortunate cause I’ve gotten to work with a lot of great bands!

I flew into Baltimore, met the owner, looked at the car, agreed to buy it and by early afternoon I was on my way back to Detroit.

Most modern stuff I hear kinda sucks, someone should turn me onto something good, fast!

Tuesday becomes another story, where do we go then?