Rumour IX:� Behind Closed Doors
"Overheard" during the recording of ZOOROPA, in no particular order,
by Fran Doty
�(and others who weren't there as well.)
"You mean it's supposed to sound like shit?"
"Hey fellas! I found the Berlin tapes; they were in the Trabbie's boot!"
"Did I miss that meeting?"
"Don't you get it?"
"The more instruments I play, the better" *
"That's rushing a bit, don't ya think?"
"Who're you calling FAT?!"
"Always screw one thing up - deliberately." *
"Brian who?"
"Right, let's sort out whose bit is what in case Kurt Loder asks us that trick question again."
"You're not sleeping with it, are you?"
"Don't let it go to your head...or elsewhere." *
"Any you guys compare me with Lindsay Buckingham again, you're off the album."
"Sounds like they're sacrificing small animals in there."
"Put it out of it's misery!"
"Last rites anyone?� Just kidding.� Just."
"Oh, I don't know..."
"When in doubt, blame the dead guy." *
"Now the daisies are getting into it.� Hold on - we're scrolling."
"I'm working on it!"
"Who's stuffed bear is this?"
"Let's put it on the album cover!"
"How about purple leopard spots?"
"No."
"Are you sure that's your face?"
"Looks more like a crashed plane, if you ask me."
"You mean it's supposed to look like shit?"
"I need a remote control that works on people."� ++
"Quick, change the channel!"
"First, owl droppings, now this; I'm calling his mum."
"Higher.� No.� Yeah."� [Huh? - Editor]
"I didn't."
"Well, you might."
"I won't."
"Does this mean we have to get a hall pass to take a piss?"
"I'm telling!!"
"Don't make me come out there."
"Are you supposed to be in here?"
"Who's idea was this?� Oh, come on, you can't all be guilty."
"Wanna bet?"
"That's our story and we're sticking to it."
"Sorry I'm late again; my Trabbie broke down."
"You still driving that piece of shit?"
"My dog ate the lyrics.� Oh, no, no, I didn't write that one."
"Good morning, Sunshine."� WAP!!
"Who the hell is Hank?"
"What are those things?"
"Why be difficult when, with a little more practice, you could be downright impossible."*
"Is it eleven yet?"
"I think we should run a level three diagnostic."
"I think you been watching too much Star Trek."
"Just call me 'Q'."
"The name's Bond..."
"That's it, I quit."
"The 'Picard' will be pleased."
"Which one?"
"Where's Data when I need him?"
"Paging Mr. MacPhisto.� Please pick up the white courtesy phone."
"Hello, did I miss something?"
"I'm dying to ravish you, but I don't know how."
"Damn, that's the third time tonight..."
"So what's your point?"
++ Patent pending, David Evans, 1993
* from the yet-to-be-forthcoming book THE EDGE'S RULES OF RECORD PRODUCTION published by F.O.A.D. - an LMJ publishing company, Dublin/London/New York
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