I've posted this thread in this forum - Studio Lounge - because that's what I picture this place to be; in a real studio, this would be the private room where engineers and producers could stop by and chat between sessions... a place where the coffee is always on (tea for our U.K. friends, of course, and Tim Horton's donuts for our Canadian Brethren LOL) and engineers can swap stories. The topic for today - interesting session stories. LOL I'll start... Back around 1994, when I had my real studio, I had booked some lockout time to a producer working with developing a new act. The producer was fairly well known, having worked with a fair share of national acts and successful releases. I can't mention his name here publicly, because I still work with him from time to time, but if you want to PM me, I'll tell you... A really nice guy, and very good at what he did, which was to bring out the best in the artists he worked with, or those assigned to him by the record company, although he wasn't very tech-savvy - at least not at the time, anyway. He brought his own "engineer" (who I actually think was probably just his nephew), and I suspected that after talking to him for a bit before the sessions started; he gave the impression that while he knew which side of a fader was up, beyond that, his experience was "questionable". But, because this producer had decided to use his own engineer - we'll call him "junior"- on that session instead of me, and I was only being paid for the use of my studio, at night; I wasn't being paid to engineer, so I had no plans to stick around. (I had worked with this producer many times before, and I knew I could trust him to make sure nothing disappeared from the studio, and to also lock up and set the alarm when they were finished)... so, after squaring them away, I went home. At 3:15 in the morning, my pager goes off (I didn't yet have a cell phone in '94). I called down to the studio, and "Junior" informs me that they have no playback audio through the board. For a minute, I asked him a few questions, telling him what to check for, until it became obvious that I was gonna have to go back down to the studio and check it out myself. So, I drag my Scottish-American ass out of bed at 3 am, put my coat on, brushed the snow off my car (it was winter and damned cold) and drove the 20 minutes back to the studio. I walked into the control room, and immediately saw the problem: someone had solo'd a dead channel on the console. Now... I can't just go depress the solo switch, because that's going to make both the producer and "Junior" look bad in front of the clients. So, I got behind the board, pretended I was pulling cables and such, and as I walked to the front of the board, I explained - in front of everyone - that it must have been a bad cable, and while talking to them, I casually put my hand down to the desk and disengaged the solo on the dead channel. I hit "play" on the RC and voila! Playback. (Of course). But now, I have to at least tell the producer what has occurred, only so that it doesn't happen again and I don't get another page after I get back home. I pulled the producer out into the hallway, and told him what had happened. He thanked me profusely for not telling everyone in front of him what had happened. The worst part of this - beyond driving back to the studio in a snow storm - was that after I had made up the BS about a bad cable being the culprit, "Junior" says "Maybe you should check your cables more often so this kind of thing doesn't happen again." At that point, it took every ounce of self control on my part to not put Junior's lights out with a carefully placed punch directly to his nose. LOL So there ya have it. Feel free to add your own stories.