Apartment Recording Requires Whiskey


My HB, just like Eve’s, is a wonderful musician. He plays percussion on anything – along with the bouzouki, the mandolin, the piano and the harmonica set my family and I got him for Christmas. It’s one of my favorite things about him. I love creativity and I appreciate it so much in him.

This past weekend, his real other half came to visit. The Jeff. They met in college, playing in a band together, NJs and the Jeff and together they really do make the greatest music I’ve ever heard. Their current band is “Midland Uprising,” so take a listen and judge for yourself.

I have to prepare myself for a very full weekend when the two of them come together. This weekend in particular, they decided to record some music in our apartment.

I’m so happy that they are recording anything, that I don’t mind the sound and the mess. I come home on Friday from work to a whole new apartment…


They sound-dampened the room with packaging blankets and built dividers up between them. There were mic stands, audio cords, instruments and whiskey bottles everywhere. All the necessities to record. (No seriously – the empty bottles turned into an instrument – “the poorman’s xylophone”)

After a day of recording, we went out on the town for an evening of good food and fun. I took the guys to Home Sweet Home – a bar based around taxidermy, chandeliers, and records from the 1920s-1960s. It’s a weird spot, BUT the DJ played the greatest song of all time. The sad part is, no one knew the name of it. I shoved my way over to the DJ booth, but the DJ was Sweedish and kept telling me he wanted a rum and coke.

I’m no waitress for you sir. (I spent my entire high school/ college time being a waitress, so no dig on waitressing.)

Finally, I found a second dude who finally understood me. The name of the song was “BUMBLEBEE.”

We immediately went home and looked it up. The next day the guys started recording a cover version of it. They told me I was singing it – which is funny, ’cause I don’t sing. But it’s a fun song with a lot of attitude about killin’ a man for treating you wrong.

I like bees and revenge against “doin’ wrong” men, so I gave it shot.


It turns out that gargling whiskey really does help and pretty soon – we were on a roll. The guys helped me come out of my singing shell a bit. I’m not saying it’s a pretty voice – because it’s not – but it was a lot of fun.

Our version has a very different tone from the original. It’s weird. I know. But I don’t care, it was fun.

It was such a nice feeling to work hard all day on something and have a song to show by the end. I get the addiction that musician have. I really wish I was as talented as those boys, so I could hang out more. But it’s back behind the camera for me.


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When working creatively hard all day, the only thing that will help keep your belly happy and soul strong is a nice hearty breakfast. Brian made us all one of his new favorites:

Texas Ramble Migas for 4 (or two guys and Courtney)


Texas Ramble Migas for 4 (or two guys and Courtney)

Duck Fat (or butter)
10 Corn Tortillas
2 fresh tomatoes or 1 can of diced tomatoes
1 onion
1 head of garlic
1 bell pepper
Jalopenos to taste (canned or fresh)
Rosemary, garlic, onion powder
6 eggs
8 oz or more of your favorite cheese (cheddar or pepper jack work well)
Salt and Pepper to season throughout the process

Fry corn tortillas in the fat until crispy, set aside on a paper towel
to drain. When dry, chop the tortillas up into 1-2″ rough pieces.

Cut up and fry (also in duck fat) Onion, Garlic, Pepper, Jalopeno.
Add tomatoes when mostly done. Allow most of the liquid to cook away.

Scramble the 6 eggs with the powdered spices & salt & pepper, pour
into the vegetables.

Allow a minute for eggs to begin cooking, then add the cheese and
tortillas. Stir it all up and cook until most of the liquid is gone.

Serve with your favorite hot sauce and a beer. Great with a side of
potatoes, a piece of meat, or (as pictured above) a refried venison
meatloaf taco with peppers, onions, peas and bit of cheese.