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……DAY 5…….
By 10 am Tuesday, my head had stopped hurting from the fall.
I got up, made a pot of coffee, and played back some of the material I had recorded on Sunday.
I still had not recreated that 1972 feel I was looking for.
Sure the basement was looking pretty Nellcoteish, and I had a good start on the jumpsuit, but the essence still wasn’t there.
So I ran down to one of those new age stores and picked up some India Temple incense (cones, not sticks) and lit a few in the basement. The exotic scents worked nicely giving the air a rich herbal flavor and a fiendish backlit smoky look. I had a few beers while I made some large cardboard cutouts and put some ’72 era pictures of the Stones on their faces so it felt like everyone was there with me. I put a Charlie cut out in the corner, Keith and Ronnie cutouts by the guitars, and a Mick cutout in the middle of the room.
By about noon, the place was starting to have the right vibe.
I downed a couple more beers, tuned up the Tele, and dug out a shiny new TDK 90 minute cassette for the nanky mobile sound studio.
I had a very good feeling about things.
Then the doorbell rang.
It was TomL.
We had a smoke and talked about things.
He had read my posts here and was a little worried about me… said I sounded a bit too deep into this Stones stuff and that I shouldn’t be taking time off of work because of it.
I assured him that I was fine, just a little caught up in the moment what with all the new stuff, and that I wasn’t spiraling out of control or anything like that.
I took him down to the basement and I showed him around the various rooms I had set up.
He looked on skeptically as I explained how the downstairs bedroom is windowless and musty – not really suitable for hanging in, so I had set up a microphone in there to capture the sound of the guitars I was playing in the main part of the basement, which is partially lit from a small window on the far side.
As I played a few riffs I had been working on, Tom excused himself to take a piss in the downstairs bathroom.
Later in the afternoon, when we played back the tape, we could hear a faint echo of him singing some lyrics in the bathroom while peeing.
Something about Paris Hilton and barking like a dog…
Anyway, it sounded great against the guitars.
We finished off the beer, ate some cold day-old pizza, and discussed percussion – Tom thought we should add maracas to some tracks.
I had a maraca that I bought in Jamaica a few years ago, so we grabbed it, a jug bottle of Sebastiani red wine and we headed to the basement about 4:20 or so.
I don’t remember much after that.
Woke up briefly around midnite, laying by the drums, the faint smell of incense still in the air.
Confusion quickly set in as I realized I didn’t have drums when we passed out.
I fumbled through my pockets and found a receipt from Guitar Center in Fairfax – roughly 45 minutes from my house- indicating that I bought the drums around 8 pm.
Tom was nowhere to be found and the jumpsuit was gone!
I decided to mix an alternate acoustic version of the Paris Hilton song…..
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