
During the long cold summer of 07, Bobby had been listening a lot to some of the big productions of the mid 60’s. Phil Spector, Kurt Boettcher and there’s no denying he'd had an unhealthy interest in the music of the Beach Boys for some years.
He’d acquired a CD of Brian Wilson sat inside a piano banging away at the strings with a hammer, whilst someone tried to hit the right notes on the keys to find just that right tone. 'There’s a perverse satisfaction to know that somewhere in the mix, this is happening. I’m a nerd.' said Bobby [read more...]