Mancaving

I’d like to see someone do a blog of depressing recording studios. Mancaves with too much equipment that just look claustrophobic. Expensively upholstered chambers with no natural light, an aura of dull guys with ponytails, a catastrophe of bad feng shui draining all inspiration from the space.

I’d like to see someone do a blog of recording environments that you’d want to be out of the moment that you arrive. Places that rain down the fight or flight response in spite of whatever desirable vintage gear might be crammed into there. Obnoxious angles that will crank up conflict between engineers and musicians as the cabin fever sets in and the schedule weighs down with a sense of impending failure.

I want to see the single, dying, unwatered plant by the toilets lovingly photographed with expired Kodak film.