I live in Brooklyn, NY with Anna and Hubble+Ollie. I perform music with French Miami, engineer software for Tumblr and co-created Views.fm.
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Eric Johnson and Buckethead back to back weekends? Totally makes up for Visalia’s 30% unemployment. (Taken with instagram)
How bad would you want to pull that if it was right over your head for 5 hours? (Taken with instagram)
Rawr (Taken with instagram)
@salladallas is taking care of me. (Taken with instagram)
MANGO (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
DUDES (in the studio) (Taken with instagram)
Studio SQ (Taken with instagram)
It’s pronounced as, La Fucking Heaven (Taken with instagram)
An actual engineer (Taken with instagram)
Secret Studios (Taken with instagram)
Taken with instagram
Apparently the TSA is not fond of people flying with giant tube mic preamps in their carry-on. (Taken with instagram)
According to biographer David Buckley, the Los Angeles-based Bowie, fuelled by an “astronomic” cocaine habit and subsisting on a diet of peppers and milk, spent much of 1975–76 “in a state of psychic terror”. Stories—mostly from one interview, pieces of which found their way into Playboy and Rolling Stone—circulated of the singer living in a house full of ancient-Egyptian artefacts, burning black candles, seeing bodies fall past his window, having his semen stolen by witches, receiving secret messages from The Rolling Stones, and living in morbid fear of fellow Aleister Crowley aficionado Jimmy Page. Bowie would later say of L.A., “The fucking place should be wiped off the face of the earth”.
David Bowie, Station to Station wikipedia entry.
…fucking los angeles.
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