iamkayhanley:
I have such great memories of this place, those experiences. Nicely done….
michaeleisenstein:
I walked by this place the other night and of course got nostalgic for the old days. The Cleos were lucky enough to record here quite a bit over the years and we basically considered it our musical home in LA. And as amazing as the rooms, consoles, mics, outboard and tape machines were, there was so much more to the experience. The aspect of the experience of old school recording that few people seem to talk about is the company. The random meetings that would happen at a place like this. Here are some of mine. I remember coming into the studio every morning for two weeks and listening to AC/DC recording with Rick Rubin. They were playing everything live and it remains one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard. There must have been 100 reels of tape lined up in the hallway. This led to one of my greatest Rock’n’roll experiences. I was laying down some guitar track, I think we were still getting the sound in fact. I remember it was my tele through a cranked AC30. I’m playing some riff over and over and I’m looking through the glass into the control room and I see Malcom Young walk by in the hallway and stop, turn toward me and march forward banging his head and pointing devil’s horns at me with both arms. I could have retired at that moment. Or how about the time Ric Ocasek (producing Bad Brains across the hall) walked by and said, “Hey, aren’t you guys Letters To Cleo?” He then walked in, sat down and talked about The Cars, Weezer and music in general for a good 20 or 30 minutes. I of course had to tell him how I used to ring up groceries for him at Star Market when I was in college. I remember striking up a conversation in the reception area with Al Schmitt, one of the greatest recording engineers of all time who couldn’t have been nicer. Probably the greatest was when Elvis Costello and Burt Bacharach were recording across the hall while we were working on 10 Things I Hate About You. Burt was pleasant enough and would always say hi but Elvis would actually talk to us. He’d show up in a suit and hat every day and pop into our lounge to say hello. Very brief small talk only but I was barely capable of anything more anyway I was so star struck. The scene in Jack Joseph Puig’s room was always great around quitting time. Wrapping up a long day of recording and walking down the hall to have a drink and/or a joint with JJP and Leah Andreone, The Goo Goo Dolls or whomever he was producing at the time was always awesome. I remember hearing that Brian Wilson was in one day and that was enough. No need to try to meet him, knowing he was in the building was fine. I’ll save my “I sang on a James Taylor album” story for another blog as that happened at Q Division. My point is that Cleo was kind of a slacker band. Sure we had good players and wrote some nice alterna-pop songs, but I really believe that our performance and attitude was elevated by these experiences. You don’t rub elbows with AC/DC and Elvis Costello and then phone it in. I just learned that there is still a framed photo of Letters To Cleo hanging somewhere in there and that warms my heart. Viva Ocean Way.
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julierthanyou:
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thedailywhat:
Terrible Tipper of the Day: Twitter @FutureExBanker says (by way of Eater): “my jerk boss tips exactly 1%” because he loathes the 99%.” He also apparently felt the need to tell True Food Kitchen server Breanna to “get a real job.”
I think it’s high time someone occupied his ass with their foot.
[eater.]
This is why we can’t have nice things.
you are joking, right? haha funny joke, guys. really, i mean seriously, you must be… right?
Not the least bit surprised this comes out of Orange County, CA. Gross.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzwxhnpC6G1qzpwi0o1_1280.jpg)
