Soooooooooooo...
We recorded with Steve in Italy from Friday to Sunday November 2011and we really had a great time, with our little present of bringing him a bottle of Cockta with us as a present for him. I knew that Steve fell in love with our herbal Coca Cola knock off when he was visiting. It was around the time that Steve would religiously play Scrabble with FM Trey and I had a little in with the stuff that Steve would do in his off time from recording. We really hit it off from the time we met him, we were really practiced and tight and Steve loved the fact that we managed to record all of our tracks in one or two takes. The time off was so great, we would talk In Utero recording session (kidding) and how he would always be mentioned in press clippings for the holly trinity of Albini music journalism (Pixies, Breeders, Nirvana). I mean, we were three boys from the Balkans, and we wanted to hear it first hand. I would ask stupid questions about David Yow, and my drummer would just have this everlasting grin of happiness on his face.
It wasn't really hard for Steve to "get us" and see what he has gotten himself into. The meals with him were so fucking great. We would talk all the time, about world stuff, just relaxed shit, and I would marvel how can this small man eat so much pasta in one sitting. It really blew my mind. You could tell that he really enjoyed his stay in Italy, as one always should. Our host, Paride, was so on point with the pasta selection, that you could jizz in your pants just by looking at it.
So, to the days of recording sessions passed and we recorded all the instrument takes for the record in two. I had to record the vocals on the third day in the morning hours and the mixing was done after that. But I had something else in mind, I hated my vocal session even before when I started doing it so I decided to drink my wedding gift schnaps right after breakfast. Right around noon I was semi drunk. At lunch break I was starting to feel like I was slurring all around, and the guys from the band were at first mad at me but soon after just started laughing their asses off. It was something around 14:00 CET that I started doing drunken pushups in the recording room and hearing nothing but the silence in my headphones. Usually there was Steve in between songs asking me if I wanna do it again or if I'm sure that screeching voice sounds satisfactory to me (LOL!?). I remember that it was on Houlihan that I started doing pushups in the middle of the song. My band mates just started laughing out loud with Steve not really knowing what is going on.
He gets up from the mixing console, looks at me doing pushups and says: "Youh Sipp, what the fuck are you thinking you're doing!?" and the guys in the controls room just bust out laughing. And you know, Steve had a chuckle ready for it. I come back to the control room, and he's like; "Dude, if you're like this all the time, I hove no idea how they don't kick your ass each and every day they interact with you... I would fucking kick your ass myself...."
There you go. Steve. I fucking loved him for saying that. How could you not!?
