Let’s suppose that while you’re walking beside a 2-storey faded brick building in Nashville, Tennessee, you come across a plaque with these words;
“RCA records established a recording studio in this building in November 1957, with local offices run by guitarist-producer Chet Atkins. Its success lead to a larger studio, known as Studio A, built next-door in 1964.
Studio B recorded numerous hits by Elvis Presley, the Everly Brothers, Roy Orbison, Don Gibson, Charley Pryde, Jim Reeves, Dolly Parton, and many others.
Along with Bradley Studios, Studio B is known for developing ‘The Nashville Sound.’”
For many years, Country Music Hall of Fame inductee Chet Atkins managed RCA’s Nashville operation and produced hundreds of hits there. His production techniques (and guitar performances) are the stuff of legend!
(An RCA77DX mic, a workhorse in recording, radio and TV studios for generations.)
The sale of this building last year on what came to be known as “Music Row” to a condo developer caused a storm of controversy in Nashville.
Many citizens began to take a hard look at what was happening to properties in that area.
Trey Bruce, a local producer and musician, heard about
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
A Graduation Adventure
One afternoon in May, 1977, I found myself driving a a rented car through congested downtown Boston traffic, from Logan Airport to Chestnut Hill.
What was I doing there? you might ask, Dear Reader, which is what I was asking myself at that very moment!
I was bound for the Boston College Registrar Office, to see if my name was on the graduation list for that weekend.
In those days you had to check this list in person (or ask a trusted friend to go over there for you). These days, of course, they post the list on the University website, for all the world to see!)
I had taken the day off, Friday, to fly to Boston to take part in graduation ceremonies the next Monday, without knowing my status!
What was I doing there? you might ask, Dear Reader, which is what I was asking myself at that very moment!
I was bound for the Boston College Registrar Office, to see if my name was on the graduation list for that weekend.
In those days you had to check this list in person (or ask a trusted friend to go over there for you). These days, of course, they post the list on the University website, for all the world to see!)
I had taken the day off, Friday, to fly to Boston to take part in graduation ceremonies the next Monday, without knowing my status!
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