And then we watched Iron Chef Super Chef Battle until 2am.
I don’t even.
One year ago, in Chicago, with Rick and Steve Albini.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get over how surreal those few nights were.
And then we watched Iron Chef Super Chef Battle until 2am.
I don’t even.
One year ago, in Chicago, with Rick and Steve Albini.
I’m not sure I’ll ever get over how surreal those few nights were.
Dude, you sat next to ME in your couch for four days. And we went to Wegmans, TOGETHER. And I pooped, in YOUR toilet. I don’t see how this Albino dude could top that.
Asked by guillee
This is months old and I don’t even remember what this response was for (something about Steve Albini), but “And I pooped, in YOUR toilet” is a good point and I’m pretty sure it’s some sort of social contract that I’m obligated to fulfill.
this cannot be real life right now
Totally real. The dude is a serious foodie. The kitchen at Electrical Audio (his studio and his home) is no joke. While FMGreen was mixing Victory!, he was seldom not eating and the place rarely didn’t smell like some sort of delicious cooking.
(via morrowplanet)
Steve Albini
I’m no fanboy, and I’m not exactly a big fan of the music he’s made, but I can’t deny that I was pretty starstruck to be sitting on a couch next to Steve Albini for a few nights.
I mean… fuck… this is the dude that recorded In Utero. That album was a huge influence on me. Not to mention the countless other albums he’s touched that I’ve heard. He’s an icon. And I hung out with him for a few nights. And he said our stuff “sounds pretty good.” Yes. That’s right. He went out at 4am to get himself some Thai food. He came back. We were listening to Victory! in the studio lounge. He heard it. He asked if it was the new record. He said it “sounds pretty good.”
Shit. I don’t even care if he was just trying to be nice (I don’t get the feeling that’s the kind of guy he is… if he didn’t like it, he probably would’ve just kept his mouth shut and not even asked).
Anyway. It was totally fucking surreal. And it’s kind of a shame that it’s how I started 2011, because I’m not sure anything I do for the rest of this year will live up to the excitement of spending those first few days in the studio of my dreams working on the music I’ve poured my heart and soul into for the last few years.
(via bucketbd)
A Portrait Of The Dick Who Fucked Up Our Record (via steelopus)
The fridge at Electrical Audio was plastered with interesting stuff (including a hand written thank you note from Fugazi to the studio), but this was by far the best piece.
It’s full of mostly inside jokes that Steve Albini fans will find hilarious. Click-through to see the large version.
GPOYW (I’m in the middle)
Listening to the final mixes of Victory!, in the lounge of Electrical Audio, while Steve Albini eats Thai food at 3:30am.
Un. Fucking. Believable.
Tonight, Steve Albini continues to play with his computer whilst Scott plays Call of Duty Black Ops and Rick watches.
Meanwhile, back on planet reality: holy shit what the shit is this really happening?
Yup.
This is still fucking surreal.
And then we watched Iron Chef Super Chef Battle until 2am.
I don’t even.
Huh. Well that’s pretty fucking surreal.
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