Hi Mike,

Firstly, congratulations on the success of your forum, bet you didn't realise what you'd let yourself in for? heh

Last night I regailed the chat room with a tale of what I'd call 'inappropriate behaviour' in our control room between a band's singer and his girlfriend - whilst I and three others sat mixing. Uncomfortable (for us anyway) is how I best describe it.

Do you have any funny/scary studio stories involving bizarre and unbelievable behaviour?

Thanks again!

Rich

Haha.. are you kidding? Umm yes I've got a quiet a few stories of studio fun !!! One I recall now as you mention things going on in the control room (of a naughty kind !!.) I was mixing a record in Europe in an era gone by. I was not having a goood time for a lot of reasons but that is a very long and too bizarre tale to tell. Anyway the producer , sensing my ..ummm, frustration he decided that he would send me up something for breakfast in the control room to help calm me down a little.
Well I'm working away and in come 2 naked 6' young ladies who begin to start nibbling my ears and sh$t. I was so friggin; stunned you have no idea I mean these girls were drop dead gorgeous and they were both models. But I was having none of that of course cos I've got work to do and I was married so it was not my thing ..honestly!!.
So I shooed them out and went on with the battle at hand with the same thing happening the next day until he got my message , in total disbelief.
I did come into the studio a couple of days later and as I was working I heard all sorts of noise going on behind me and it was said producer "having his way" with one of the umm...many naked ladies that frequented the proceeding on the couch behind the credenza.
I walked off the record for technical reasons that were too strange for words.
If you want any more stories let me know !!

Man! heh

That's one way of letting off steam.

Keep 'em coming Mike, we'll get you a book deal in no time!

hahahaah, that´s funny....

I was working a jingle date on a deadline (ah the glory days when jingle folks booked real studios and paid twice what they should have). It was the night before the NBA draft and a final mix of a spot for Reebok with the lead draftee had to be satellited to post in LA. They had the satellite from ten to ten thirty, so the guy from the agency was supposed to show up at 9:45, but got there at 9:40, to find everyone, EVERYONE, in the room, who should have been working, instead was on the far side of console, sitting on the floor in a circle, eating a thousand dollars of italian food, throwing dollar bills around the composer from the jingle house, who was laying on his back with two strippers doing a girl-girl routine on top of him with George Michael's "Fastlove" (not the jingle) blaring on the speakers. And we hadn't even printed yet.

And then there was the time I patched into a plate to hear one of the techs with one of the receptionists, in coitus.

Here's a strange one... and this indirectly involves Mr. Shipley, since it's regarding part of an album that I helped track and he ultimately mixed (after a couple of other versions were rejected... not sure if the tracks I worked on ever made it to Mike's console). Anyhow, the frontman for this particular band had some insecurity issues, and in his rural hometown, was a big fish in a small pond. In NYC however, he was relatively unkown. So to compensate for this lack of attention, an escort service was added to the speeddial for the month we worked together. It was public knowledge, everyone in the studio was aware of this and some of the female receptionists even helped procure said escorts. But the strange part was, he rarely ever did the deed with these women. He'd pay upwards of $350 for them to be driven to the studio, hang out with them for an hour, then decide he wanted nothing to do with them, offer them to anyone else in the room, and leave the studio disgusted, only to do it again the next night. This guy knew how to waste label money, that's for damn sure!

hahahah now that's some imagery there!

I once had a 6' 3" trans-sexual house music diva try to chisel off some of the studio bill at the end of a session at three in the morning with his "feminine ways". Yikes! I didn't know wheather to laugh or be affraid for my life

That doesn`t surpise me one bit in San Fran.

I had the honor of living in the Tenderloin a few streets over from where the Tranny hookers used to do business.

Too much for me. I left.

seems rock'n roll life still part of the biz heh

you gotta know in time who you are dealing with....

HA
I dunno why you guys forgot to press the red button while at it ...

would make excellent blackmail material ...

I did a coupla times with a drummer who couldn't get his takes right, it was "dude you will nail the take or the tape goes to your girlfriend"