Pela’s Studio Blog

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Day 6 (Recording Studio) EAST L.A.

Dear Pela fans, hi everyone.
My name is Chris. Billy’s best mate.
I’ve known Bill since before he knew how to play the guitar, proper.
Back in 1992 in fact, when we were mere kids in Northern California.
Since then, Billy and I have played in many bands across The States, been busking through more cobblestone streets, subways and crowded halls around the globe than I can honestly account for, we’ve hopped trains through Europe, hitchhiked through Australia etc. etc. etc.

I used to play the keys in a band with him and Eric in NYC called Igloo Gazelle. Good God, thats going on over 5 years ago now. For those of you who followed the last tour blog, you might remember me writing about my abrupt departure from NYC in autumn 2002, and the subsequent disappearance to Southern Oceania.
At any rate, I live in Los Angeles now, after a longwinded 5 year musical hiatus.

So the lads roll through So-Cal, to record a kick ass rock ‘n roll album here in East L.A., and I find myself playing with them again.
So what do we have here?

Alas!

Pela has arisen my sunken ship!

And what can I say? I’m just thanking the heavens right now.
For dreams…come true. (Eric, you have no idea.)

Really looking forward to 2008, playing lots of music, in lots of different places, and meeting lots of cool people.
People who like Rock & Roll. ; )

At the moment, Nate, Tom and Eric are working on the title track, as I write to you.
Billy is sitting beside me, working on yet another brilliant caricature, immersed in his world, laughing to himself, totally killing me with his uncanny talent for illustration.

Another fun aspect of spending so much time in the studio here in Los Angeles is taking quick breaks to the taqueria van across the street. Its funny, Dan freaked out a bit about us calling it the Roach Coach, and insisted that we address it by another name like ‘The Taco Truck’ or something, instead.
Which is fair enough, its not a very pleasant sounding name is it?! ‘The Roach Coach.’
I mean, for a place we routinely get food from.
So, Billy of course… has since starting calling it the ‘Fart Cart’.
It seems to be catching on.

In other news, I cannot wait until the Grand Piano arrives.
It should be delivered within the next few days.
For the meantime however, there are all kinds of keys to play. There must be at least 30 keyboards here. A few being a Rhodes, Wurlitzer, Juno, among many other synths, electric pianos, organs, etc. (see aforementioned Eric entry.)

We are all relaxing now, winding down the productive day with lots of laughs, Tecate’s, and Fart Cart jokes.

-Christopher Herb