Well, somebody's gotta represent the white-trash, hillbilly-hack, slob contingency here, so might as well be me
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It's a very tight space, but also in fact a corner of our basement area, which is my "office" -- the recording stuff only comes out three or four times a year -- so the "room" opens at one end out into essentially the family room, which is where the band usually practices or, most nights, my wife and I sit by the woodstove.
Pics snapped a few minutes ago as I'm deep into a blissful couple weeks of recording newer songs. I seem to work best knee deep in controlled chaos. They call me "The Anti Doug"
