So, the story is that Bob was having fun, and a certain Canadian was scrambling for dear life...

Working with "rharv" is somewhat like sleeping with an elephant - you're nice and warm and nobody is going to mess with you, but if it turns over or moves the wrong way, you're toast. Or that's the way it sometimes felt. (wouldn't have it any other way...)

Seems to me we had a percussionist called "drumdude" lay down a track later on in the production? Fine drummer, that one.

Anyway, back in the day, you lay down as much riffage as possible, then send it off to Bob, and he makes you sound like a frickin' genius.

Good times!


just looking for clues...
Oren.
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