Ok, so it isn't our gold record. It's Chris Carrabba's and James Wisner's but who cares. We're using it for now until we get our own. Here is a disappointing fact about gold records, you can't actually take them out and play them. It's not a real record. You would think that they could at the very least do that for you if you can sell a half a million records. On the bright side, a gold record is way more appealing than than a gold cassette tape.
Brooks has been reading all the messages asking him to shave his beard. Keep the Myspace messages, e-mails and comments coming because right now they are falling upon deaf ears. Brooks is staying as far away from a razor as he can at the moment.
A lot of people were interested in the studio cats. I couldn't find the others today to show them to you, but I did find their food under Phil's drum set, which if you ask me, is a very strange place for a cat to eat.
Since Brooks is growing a gerbil on his chin, I've decided to start wearing this hat that his mother gave him for Christmas. It doesn't seem to have an affect on his beard but it does make my ears too hot and generally makes me look silly.
Speaking of looking silly, Phil is still recording drums. He's been working hard and getting huge blisters on his hand. I just asked Phil if he had anything to say here on the blog and got this:
"Don't be a menace to South Central... No not really. Well, you can say that if you want to, I don't care."
Words spoken from the heart.
So let me introduce you to Chris, our producer's assistant who has been helping with tracking for the last few days.
ME: "Hey Chris, you ready to be on the internet?"
*CAMERA FLASH*
CHRIS: "Huh? Oh, that's a bright flash."
And there you have it. Internet history.
