If a pyramid falls in the desert, does it make a sound?
and these guys out in Ithaca record it all the time. We got wind that
they pay good money for folks to sing into their tin can. However, I'm
not really sure if we're getting a good deal since this time, we're
paying them. We figured it was about time to pay a visit to good ol'
Phil Abbott out at Pyramid Sound. We received aforementioned wind from
our (Mike, Rob, I) music theory teacher Jeff Abbott, who is believed to
be identical twins with Phil, yet they both deny it. Thus, on Monday
the Seventh of May, Two Thousand and Twelve, we began our RROOAAADDD
TRRRRIIIIIIIIIPP at an estimated 15:45ish. On our way there, we
encountered slow people in the fast lane, a clown named McDolan, and
many invisible construction workers who were undoubtedly working very
hard on the left lane. Then, after trailing a trailer for a few miles,
we finally made it close to our destination. Working off the directions
of our favorite tour guide, Microsoft Mary, we found ourselves lost
within the city of Ithaca in under 5 minutes. We radioed in to base for
assistance. Phil explained how the bridge was out, so we needed to
find another way to get across town, where we'd find a white trailer
indicating the door of the studio. He also mentioned that we might need
to move some traffic blockers to park by the studio.
getting sketchier by the minute (Bobby suggested we were being punked)
and we weren't sure if we'd want to make the venture again. We drove
around in circles (literal circles) for like, 10, maybe 20 cycles until
we miraculously eyed the pearly white of the trailer. I then had to get
out and push some orange traffic barrels out the way so our driver
could pull the limo around and park behind the Great White Trailer.
Next we got to take a look inside. To our surprise, the inside was a
lot classier in comparison to the very sketchy exterior, which eased our
suspicion that our 5 hour trek might amount to nothing. We had a great
time talking with Phil, who gave us the tour and explained to us how
everything might go, if we decide to record there. Which, after much
deliberation, was an exalting yes. Our return trip was a much easier
bout, which we enjoyed with the help of some rave music hailing from
Great Russia, which ended our excursion with a rather chill bang.