One of the latest studio's works: http://www.pepe-botella.com/editorial-noelia-lopez-DT/noelia-lopez-dt.html
Fred, do you think she would spend a week in Mallorca for €50 a day - you can explain it's the going rate here and that she should count herself lucky to get the offer of such a long contract in this economic crisis...
(In case something is lost in translation, that's a joke!)
But I had a great afternoon here on the island. I shamed myself into starting to dust the place, and before I began I thought I'd play some records, something I haven't done in at least two years. I lifted the perspex cover and it felt heavy; so I looked more closely. There was something grey sitting along the rear edge of the turntable and the lid couldn't quite move it away.
So, I put on my glasses and thought I saw it move a bit, a scorpion, I thought. Getting up close to sniffing distance, I realised that it wasn't dust or scorpion, it was friggin' ants carrying eggs in their mouths (well, I couldn't actually see their mouths, but I took a guess). So, I ran into the kitchen and pulled out the aspirador de polvo thing and started to hose them with vacuum, a neat trick if you can do it. Anyway, they kept coming, so I abandoned that plan and went back to the kitchen and got out the Cruz Verde Bloom! Having soaked the turntable, I realised I'd forgotten to isolate it at the plug. Then, having done that, I went on to remove the rubber mat from the platten and through the inspection holes in the metal I saw them: a damn nest of the mothers! Millions of eggs and parents angry at the interruption.
Back with the vacuum, I transferred them all into the paper bag, which is still in the machine and, I hope, they are all dead.
And to think I'd started the morning imagining I might actually go back out today and take some snaps.
Oh, vinyl sounds great after CDs, tapes and streamed radio, Faron Young and Doctor Hook notwithstanding.
Rob C