I'm drinking at wunibar ahead of an undergrad electronic music gig. Nearly the entire cohort of performers has over the past few hours settled into the adjoining booth.
Now when I was trollin' boxxy we had a code, and that code was port and wine was brought back-stage for bump-in and we would drink and fight for mixing desk rights over the course of the day. By the afternoon, there remained a small enough number of us that could see past the LEDs on the desk that the problem solved itself, with the passed-out gently rousing a cheeky hour or so before the work they were thinking they'd finish that day was to be performed.
It was then customary to take laptops to the paragon hotel so as to finish pieces out of sight of examiners. Typically, bar service was quite slow due to examiners' flirtations with bar-staff (this would include many 'staff' jokes), however drawing their attention to the flow-on effects of said flirtations ('I'm hoping your wife enjoys my new work but it looks as though the soundscape "Paragon Dreaming" is all I'll manage for tonight...') certainly filled out the time.
And THAT'S how we roll. Look at the cheumps!
Discussing analog/digital, drum tracks and local studio contacts. "Seriously, man, if you write a great drum track I know at least 5 really, really respected drummers around town that would love to play it. And these guys, they really know how to mic their kit but they just don't know any chords, you know? They are great but they need us."
