gregorian.
me: i dont think any of those gregorian fucking chant records are made by real monks
i think its a bunch of dudes
Haley: yeah prolly
cause what group of monks is gonna go lay down tracks in a studio for 3 weeks
me: right
in their little robes?
fly out to LA
Haley: haha yeah
with the producer and the mixer in the other room
like nodding along to the chants
me: brother mathias is like
YOURE FLAT BROTHER PETER
Haley: brother peter is whining like
"i can't heeeear myself"
"more reverb in mic 2 pleeease"
me: "can someone please get brother timothy a club soda, and NO LIME this time. PLEASE."
Haley: the producer hands over the club soda and walks back into the mixing room like rubbing his temples "...divas.."
Sent at 1: 07 PM on Monday
me: "...i don't know brother lazarus, it seems like that key change is a little disingenuous...what if we pan you left and you sing a 7th with brother Luke"
Sent at 1: 09 PM on Monday
Haley: brother peter still can't hear himself,and 2 days later quits the band
on the plane back to the humble monestary in scotland a single tear runs down his cheek
