“Have yabba-dabba-doo time, a dabba-doo time. We’ll have a gay old time.” (William Hanna, Joseph Barbera & Hoyt Curtin: Meet The Flintstones, 1960)
Technology baffles me.
I remember, during rehearsals for the Mick Ronson gig, Joe Elliott and Phil Collen tried to explain how they’d send ideas to each other via the internet. They would end up with a new Def Leppard song: Vocals, guitars, drums, everything while they were on different continents. My experience of writing and recording involved sitting in a room with someone of likeminded intentions and coming up with a finished product, sometimes good, other times not. Kenny Cobain, my teenage stalwart of Phase back in the day, understood this shit only too well. So much so that he’d built a digital studio in his garage. We’d recorded together off and on during this time.
Then came a twist.