The Sound of Pyramid

If a pyramid falls in the desert, does it make a sound?

Apparently so, 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.

Things started 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.

~Heavy D