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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Three days to go, and I spent a couple of hours cleaning up my recordings and making a backup tape, and then I drove over to the production office in Santa Monica to deliver it. The delivery tape was on a reel, but I’d made a dub onto a cassette also, which I handed them in case they needed to check it. I sat down in an office with two production guys who listened to about five minutes of it and then shook my hand and said it was exactly like what Chernwick had described. I took that to mean they had talked to him on the phone that morning. I asked what they wanted me to do with it. They said nothing, consider it done.

I felt a little weird asking for payment on the spot, but Cadmon had said to. They gave me a bit of a weird look, too, but had no problem writing the check and handing it to me. I’d later learn that was kind of weird, but given what a weird emergency job it was in the first place, a small production company like them was happy to just pay me and get on with things.