That's what I've had to lovingly say to my 3 big dogs. They whine outside of my office, worried because I am locked away in my tiny office. They worry, because being holed up in a little stuffy room, for them, isn't good news. At all. "Crap. Delete take three, I think I heard Boone wimpering outside the door again. I'm about to go beat some dogs." Of course, then I end up giving out massages to each of them. Can't have favorites. Wouldn't be right.

Such is life inside the home-studio.

We've got too many things in this house. Too much fur. Too many animals. Far too many books. Useless antiques in every corner, the curse of flea-market addicts. I rearrange the little office, positioning mic stands. Weaving my way through cords. It's a big hairy deal.


Above is a snippet of the recording going on in Dietrich Studios Inc. We record all the major stars here at the Dietrich's. On our DVR, that is.

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