We stayed at a local resort, which we frequented with a passion that was only rivalled (if not fueled) by our exhaustion from the whole day of noise. After the first day of recording we nailed Cyanide, Cowboys, Charlotte and another one we forgot... in the middle of the night, Bram started singing russian revolution songs and we taped the whole thing... why do some nights never seem to have an end?
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