Studio Diary Part 9

And maybe our home is nowhere

Monday, October 2

Tucker’s studio is starting to feel like a despondent hoarder’s attic — every conceivable space of floor is now inhabited by some piece of gear: guitars, amps, keyboards, microphones. There’s a little channel that runs from the control room door and my iso booth and I walk it mindfully, trying not to snap a guitar neck in half as I go. We’ve apparently run out of guitar stands; Chris Funk is now effectively using a guitar as a guitar stand.

This is the gantlet I run as I make my way into the studio kitchen to greet my comrades. Coffee is drunk, weekend recounts are shared. Time to get to work.