How in the hell did I end up in Tulsa for a month in Leon Russell’s studio with an egotistic, Italian, God-bothering charismatic alongside a cowboy producer from Tejas, a drugged up Bangladeshi taxi driver in a Billy Jack hat, David Bowie’s recording console, and Eddie Van Halen’s guitars?
what a great story Todd - I never get tired of reading your stuff; always very entertaining :)
Thank you Jamie - always great to hear from you!