Friday, June 22, 2018


We were all holed up at Rockfield Studio in Wales, in the summer of 1993. Andy Wallace and the guys were layering the riffs and the beats and the screams to what would eventually be Chaos AD. (Did I tell you how I first heard the name? I recall like it was yesterday...I was standing by the vintage Rolls Royce in the parking lot and Max came up. He whispered to me..."I think I have a name for the record. What do you think? Chaos AD." Heck yeah, what was there not too like?)

When it came time for the bass, everyone wondered what would happen...who would record it? Andy felt that he could give it a try but he wanted solitude. He sent us on a scavenger hunt...go have some fun. And we did. We all took off for a couple days of rest and relaxation and left Andy with the situation. We heard that our friends, Faith No More, were playing on a festival in England called the Phoenix Festival, so off we went. Max and I scooped up Z and headed north!

The Phoenix Festival was held at Long Marston Airfield, near Stratford-upon-Avon. It was one of the first 4 day festivals in Great Britain. We were happy to see our friends from Napalm Death chilling there too! Max and I have always had a special fondness for Mitch. He was super children-oriented, like us. Some day I will find that darn video of him changing Zyon's pooped diaper on our couch!

At night, we stayed at a renovated castle, revamped into a hotel. It had a chapel out back with super ancient above ground graves. Knights and maidens all in a row! The fresh air and break from the studio revived us and then.....we returned to the Chaos!

Class dismissed.....