What do granny glasses, pet rabbits, and wonky cassette players have in common? They're all part of our adventures in the analog recording world. Get ready for some studio stories that'll make you grateful for digital.

It's our humble opinion that Portland, Oregon, for a brief period in the 1980s, had the best music scene IN THE WORLD.* I should qualify this by saying we only had New York and L.A. to compare it to: New York, where famous jazz guys were making fifty bucks a night, and L.A., where you had "Pay to Play." [I.e., Sell tickets to get a slot on the club stage, where you'd get exposure and hopefully gain the attention of an A&R man from a major label. People die of exposure.]

Portland was different. For a Golden Period, from around 1980-86, dozens of clubs opened. There was a brief relaxation in Oregon’s strict liquor laws. This came at the exact moment when Nu Shooz changed from a struggling four-piece to a nine-piece band with four horns.