Last night The Lemonheads invited Chris to record a live show. Not a Grateful Deadesque bootleg recording, a proper multi-track recording. He was delighted and I, frantic with pride, proceeded to flirt with him in a "if I weren't already married to you I would totally stalk you" kind of way. And then I ditched him in favor of Evan Dando.
Not that Evan will even remember meeting me, but I was up in his grill all night. Thusly:
This is one of the fourteen thousand pictures I took of The Lemonheads. The red spot on the right edge of the photo is a jar of maraschino cherries. Evan took the stage carrying two cocktails and an industrial jar of maraschino cherries. These are the kinds of things I notice, which is perhaps why I am not a famous music writer.
Also please note that he is wearing a Joey Mars t-shirt.
Fast forward to 2am, in the luxurious residential suites at Trout Towers. Chris and I are sitting on our bed with dueling laptops, simultaneously editing photos and tracks. We talk about microphones and the levels on the bass guitar track and, you know, other totally normal things that totally normal people talk about. He explains how the microphone that looks like a dimmer switch works. He says something completely hot like, "dang, my laptop can transfer photographs while I mix this song."
And that is why I love him even more than Evan Dando.