Electrical Audio Internship
Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2004 1:02 am
This story is not fiction. Most things probably happened, not necessarily in the written order. Some things might be confusing, but you probably had to be there. Some tech specs might be misleading. Please correct these mistakes. This isn't my so-called life or anything.
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Weaved within the taquerias and discarded condoms, the diamond plated steel door loomed large over Belmont Avenue; Electrical Audio Recording (EA) maintained a studio behind a rugged entrance. For the next two months I would be an intern at EA, attending intimate lectures housed within the world of professional music recording.
I started as a barney , but got wet enough to learn the surf:
The actors are as follows: Steve Albini, owner and engineer; Greg Norman, studio tech and engineer; Russ Arbuthnot, computer tech and engineer; Chad Smith, studio administrator and engineering assistant; Diamond Dave, carpenter like Jesus; Andrew Mason, studio administrative assistant and intern; Heather Whinna, film maker and Albini’s girlfriend; Big John, table tailor and carom player; Fluss, Kitty Pants, Pip, and gray cat, studio clowder; John Novotny, studio manager and clever man funny pants.
July 23, 2003, was the first day of the rest of my life again. I commuted down the Dan Ryan expressway after an hour on I-94 west via the Indiana toll road. I arrived at the studio in Japanese business style with a half hour to spare. I walked, deliberated, and smoked until 10:30. I pressed the call button on the intercom. It responded, “Hello.â€
* * *
Weaved within the taquerias and discarded condoms, the diamond plated steel door loomed large over Belmont Avenue; Electrical Audio Recording (EA) maintained a studio behind a rugged entrance. For the next two months I would be an intern at EA, attending intimate lectures housed within the world of professional music recording.
I started as a barney , but got wet enough to learn the surf:
The actors are as follows: Steve Albini, owner and engineer; Greg Norman, studio tech and engineer; Russ Arbuthnot, computer tech and engineer; Chad Smith, studio administrator and engineering assistant; Diamond Dave, carpenter like Jesus; Andrew Mason, studio administrative assistant and intern; Heather Whinna, film maker and Albini’s girlfriend; Big John, table tailor and carom player; Fluss, Kitty Pants, Pip, and gray cat, studio clowder; John Novotny, studio manager and clever man funny pants.
July 23, 2003, was the first day of the rest of my life again. I commuted down the Dan Ryan expressway after an hour on I-94 west via the Indiana toll road. I arrived at the studio in Japanese business style with a half hour to spare. I walked, deliberated, and smoked until 10:30. I pressed the call button on the intercom. It responded, “Hello.â€