I showed up unexpectedly and there they were -and yes I mean you two, Mike Sciarrino and Chris Lamett- there they were playing some god-awful fusion syncopated garbage, and telling me "we're working on a new song dur doy..."
I just freakin' gave up. I grabbed my amp and strat and wheeled it out and never looked back. Traded it all in for an acoustic/electric Applause guitar and a small amp. I spent the next year playing on the corner of Haste and Telegraph avenues in Berkeley, California.
Well now I am relegated to waiting on my engineer all the time and it sucks the big one. Finally got him in the studio last week and layed down the guitar solo to finish my latest recording and dam it didn't come out right. Too contrived. Too many guitar lix instead of statements from the heart. Gonna get back in there and try it again- soon as Frank gets around to helping me set levels and such. Where the he11 are you, Frank!?
Peace!! joey xoxoxo
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