After a mammoth weekend recording session I'm pleased to report all the bass tracks are done.
The only casualities are my fingertips and my wallet...I owe the swear jar approximately £376 because of some creative profanity following the odd clanger or four. Noog kept his composure throughout. I was expecting a Yosemite Sam style eruption, complete with steam coming out of his ears to the sound of a whistling kettle, after I announced for the umpteenth time that "that'll do".
I can only assume two days of listening to nothing but bass has completely wrecked his hearing.
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