As I recall, my bride came by the station to bring me a sub sandwich from her store. I was already having a bad night as I had stumbled over my words several times as I opened up the microphone.
Eventually, the missus left, royally pissed off at me. When I got home after midnight, I had to apologize to her for my poor behavior.
There were three things I learned that evening: visiting in the studio should be kept to a minimum; flubbing a word or two doesn’t break anything; and I’m not really all that important even if my ego says otherwise.
Yup, I said it…
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