Lost and found

Second day here at Fireplace studio, 11th floor at 127, 25th west,Chelsea,Manhattan.

the day began with a weird email: hey it's jimena (our landlord here in East Village), this Greg guy called me saying he got Gabri's wallet."

Greg is in Brooklyn, we're in Chelsea close to the Empire State Building. In the pic, we show you the path we guess Gabri's wallet did to get to Greg's. Save a little prayer for him (Gabri, Greg's fine).

Three days in New York, wonder what could happen in one month...

Anyway, Renzo worked hard today, and you can see his plagues in that other pic, this is what happens when your producer is an american and your drummer is an italian. Cultures clash. And it's not over yet for today. Keep you posted on hand's health tomorrow. By the way, the drums are very groovy until now, we like that.

We met a guy here, helps Caleb in producing, who do some Hip Hop/ Tip Tap, here's the link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mgjn66JceYg

Fresh.

Keep in touch,

Lg(atp).

Late Guest at the Empire City

So here we are, at the 11th floor in a Chelsea building in undergoing renovation. It seems like the only thing still working here is our lovely Fireplace Studios, that's where we are at the moment.

First impact: workmen brought us up here with a freight, after we casually met our producer, Caleb, in the street holding those classic boiling coffee cup.

Two drums pattern already done, 4 super salad bowls, no beers yet (there's a whole fridge to fill up by the way, so that next posts will be more interesting maybe).

Jetlag killed our videomaker MotionPiadina, he's not in motion so much lately, so for today here you can get the only rare footage of our first day in studio.

Gabri is sick and the only words he said is "cough cough". Renzo, aka "Rensou", is silent and focused on milking the groove from a freaking 80's Yamaha drum set we chose, you'll see it's awesome. Davide found skelter on his Iphone playing lame games cause he discovered he suffers from vertigos.

Alex is in L.A., enjoying warmer temperatures and palms and his flip flops, fucker.

See ya tomorrow.