Widget and I headed out to lunch at a place called Opal Divine, where I would finally meet his wife Lisa in person. I had previously worked on a magazine with her -long dis- tance, but we had yet to meet in person. It was a fun lunch. I ordered a Cobb salad that was delish. After lunch, Widgett took me back to the hotel, where I chilled and watched the idiot box. It would be later that evening when Joey would return. He said that he did indeed complete all the bass tracks, and Billy had added a bit of acoustic guitar. I was so ex- cited. Sunday I would sing the vocals. Sunday morning Joey and I hoofed it a
few blocks up the road to Dunkin Donuts for hot coffee and a low-calorie egg white and sausage wrap that was a mighty good kickoff for the day to come. Joey would hang with Widget until we were done vocal tracking. Billy picked me up and we headed to the stu- dio. Once there, we wasted no time getting down to business. I took one song at a time and cut 2-3 takes on the vocals on each song. Billy gave me a lot of direction during the recording, and I truly feel he brought out the best in me. A good producer can be the differ- ence between a good recording and a great one. I felt lucky. Once we had finished the vocals, it was
time to track my acoustic guitar. Again, we did 2 or 3 takes on each song, and then Billy pulled out a little guitar that was strung with the high strings from a 12-string guitar. I was told to play the same songs again on this in- strument, and it would simulate a 12-string, without all of the tuning problems often asso- ciated with a full on 12-string guitar. It was fun to play. Kind of hard to get used to the sounds coming out of the thing. There was a certain air of cool to it that I dug. When we were finished recording, we
met Joey and Billy took us over to his house, where we had the pleasure of meeting his son Dylan, and hanging with he and Pam. They ordered pizza, and we all had some with some cold beer. It was a kind of celebration fo me.
Jim mixes, Buffalo looks on, Billy checks his phone. (Photo by Pamela Parker).
their living room. I had no idea she could sing so well. Good times. I was a pain in the ass, I know. My goal
was to be back at the hotel, front and center in front of the TV for the season premiere of The Walking Dead. After a whole summer of waiting to see what major character was sent to meet his or her maker at the end of Negan’s barbed wire covered baseball bat, I couldn’t miss it. Of course, I had to field com- ments from Joey, and Pam (who had driven us back to our room). I told them “no talking allowed.” I am a serious Walking Dead fa-
Joey and I had completed our parts on my EP. There is still a good deal of work to be done by Billy and Jim, and the by the time those two finish, I have no doubt my songs will sound as good as possible! By the way, it was a real treat to watch and listen to Billy and Pam sing a few duets in
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