I went over to my friend Bob Taylor’s, yesterday, to return his sound blankets and to look over the progress on the new recording studio. It’s amazing how he has transformed, what was a little more than a shack of a house, into a great space.
We sat in the control room and talked, for the first hour, or so, then I helped him move in a couple of ‘comfy’ chairs and the sampling speakers. To inaugurate the speakers Bob played a Cd, that he co-created, with a couple of other writers, produced and performed, back in 1995. It was a commission, he told me with a smile on his face, for a cassette of “truck driver songs.”
Then he began telling me the story behind the creation of the compilation – a guy named Bub Tyler, a truck drive, and a list of supporting characters.
The Cd, on its own, was hysterically funny but, as each song played out, Bob – who was sitting in the comfy chair angled just to my left, was singing along in a very animated fashion. And to think… there was no alcohol involved.
My friendship with Bob has developed into a great one – one that I truly treasure. He keeps me well grounded in the side of myself that I tend to lose sight of, especially when I am deeply involved in these projects, such as “Changing Lives.” He reminds me to laugh with life.