When it came time for the bass, everyone wondered what would happen...who would record it? Andy felt that he could give it a try but he wanted solitude. He sent us on a scavenger hunt...go have some fun. And we did. We all took off for a couple days of rest and relaxation and left Andy with the situation. We heard that our friends, Faith No More, were playing on a festival in England called the Phoenix Festival, so off we went. Max and I scooped up Z and headed north!
The Phoenix Festival was held at Long Marston Airfield, near Stratford-upon-Avon. It was one of the first 4 day festivals in Great Britain. We were happy to see our friends from Napalm Death chilling there too! Max and I have always had a special fondness for Mitch. He was super children-oriented, like us. Some day I will find that darn video of him changing Zyon's pooped diaper on our couch!
At night, we stayed at a renovated castle, revamped into a hotel. It had a chapel out back with super ancient above ground graves. Knights and maidens all in a row! The fresh air and break from the studio revived us and then.....we returned to the Chaos!
Class dismissed.....
