Capitol Studios: Rarities and Wonders

Jul 7, 2010

Capitol-Studios

Capitol Studios, the building housing the Tesseract gallery, has a madly interesting history. Groundbreaking records have been made within these walls.  Engines that traveled millions of miles were machined and tested in our building.  Men learned, men produced, and now, 90 years old, it houses young people making art and music for the future.

We also have a tranny bar next door.

TrannyBar

The equipment used to manufacture these records were extremely well made, a signature of Capitol Records:  sophisticated perfection in every detail.

Here’s a story:  A stash of pricelessly rare Beatles records was uncovered from a private collection a few years ago.  It seems a worker at a pressing plant was a major Beatles fan, with after-hours access to the equipment.  So he got a little crazy with the colored vinyl, mixed and matched some of his favorite Beatles tunes, hopefully while tripping balls, and inadvertently created one of the most coveted, unique pieces of fan art in the world.

I don’t have proof that this happened in our building… but I can imagine a young man, with hair a bit too long and unwashed.  He’s hanging out on San Fernando, the sun’s setting, and he’s down the road smoking a joint, watching and waving as his coworkers straggle out and head to their shiny, bulbous 50’s cars.  The sun’s glinting over the LA river.  Some Beatles tune flashes through this fan’s head, and he tosses his joint into the dirt.  He wipes his hands.  And goes inside to mix some vinyl.

I won’t claim this story is completely real.  But I will claim that a different type of Beatles rarity came out of our building:  the Butcher record cover.

Butcher Cover

A photo by Robert Whitaker, supported by Lennon “as relevant as Vietnam,” derided by Harrison, “Sometimes we all did stupid things thinking it was cool and hip when it was naïve and dumb; and that was one of them,” the picture referred to the butchering of previous Beatles recordings and a commentary on the Vietnam war, was chosen as the cover of their 1966 release.   You can find much more about how this cover came to be at the blog of Charlie Essmeier, RareRecords.net.

Scandal erupted!  Such a vile image could never be distributed by a record label—the last vestige of propriety and America’s self –censoring standard implementer.  Complaints came quickly.  Some records made it to Hollywood Sears stores, but the majority were sent back to be pasted over with a pasty looking, dour replacement.

Yesterday and Today

The mono copies of this record are rarer—the ones that came out of our building.  Copies of the censored gaffe are still circulating.

But if you want to get your hands on the biggest score ever, get rich quick.  Capitol Records also printed a super-rare edition, about 100 copies, of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band in 1967.  For sales reps and Capitol Records execs only, it featured cheesy black and white, cut-and-pasted pictures of studio people on the cover.

REALLY REALLY REALLY RARE

Most of them were likely chucked, but at least 3 or 4 still exist.  Did they come out of our building?  Hmm, the record execs lived in LA… the other plant was in Pennsylvania… would a silly last minute one-off record cover be created and printed on a whim anywhere that WASN’T homebase of Capitol Records?  Just asking…

From Sinatra to Bing to Beatles rarites to L. Ron Hubbard.  America’s history recorded and pressed with gigantic machines, in our space.  Much more exciting than a tract house in Vegas.

We’re still stripping layers of paint down to the original 20’s rosy wood and uncovering building relics in attics and behind walls.  We’re looking for information, too, welcoming all bits of knowledge, so LA natives, speak up if you know more!

Velocity: Rsrch Hstlr 3.0

Jul 7, 2010

Velocity_dallas

Dallas!!

The freeways are madways and the turn signals are meaningless.  I woke up in a smashing hotel room every morning and ran quickly to the SUV, the only way to get around in Texas!

Business bitch So I covered my tattoos and put on some heels and a skirt to visit a bad recruit. 

 In research, a bad recruit is a person you have no business talking to that has somehow managed to pass through the screening process.  I am doing research for home appliances; my recruit lives in a motel.  I am supposed to be asking about washing machines and flat screen TVs; my recruit’s last purchase was a microwave, because he “put a hamburger with some foil in the last microwave, and then it exploded, so you know, gotta go get a new one.”

   DudesThis may or may not be a screen grab of my experience. 

 It’s not like I’ve never been in a motel room with a couple of really high dudes before.  It’s just that I’m usually NOT filming the entire time and being asked for money at the end.  Although I hear that’s a pretty lucrative career.

The Turnpike More barbecue, more Texas parking lots, more people to talk to. 

I must say there was a marked difference between Houston and Dallas—Dallas is for SURE the more urban of the two cities, despite Houston’s size.  This wasn’t my first retail research experience in Dallas.  I can tell you those people love the Cowboys.

Le Pool A great part of Dallas was the swimming pool I did about fifty laps in one night. 

 Talking to an Anita Pallenberg lookalike for forever on the phone was a good night too.   She was in Oregon; I was in Texas; this is what she looks like: 

Jamie Pallenberg Looks like:  Anita Pallenberg.  Acts like:  Jerri Blank.

I was inspired by this post but in a somewhat macabre type mood.  I definitely did NOT GO HERE:

SUSHIVOMITBUFFET
Sushi buffet from a landlocked state–????

By the end of my Texas stay, I’d missed a plane flight, consumed more dead flesh than a gargoyle, fallen in love with a sport utility vehicle, and gathered about 8 little hotel soaps.  It was time to go south.  Even farther south. To the red stick.

  Ye Olde REd Stick

Velocity: resrch hustlr 2.0

Jul 7, 2010

Velocity_HOUston

Houston is a tangled commingling of freeways and commerce.  Flat and fat buildings edge the horizon upwards, but quit real quick. It’s like, hey.  Hot and humid, hotels and downtowns, driving in SUVs and barbecue lunches that slide downwards into night.

Natural texas

Salt intake is up.  Lime intake is up.  And the research piece is as pure as it gets.

The best part of research is the first market.  Everything’s fresh, you’re focused, the tricklings of real world needs haven’t yet begun to appear in your inbox. 

Texas Range

I began my hotel soap stash and started indulging with the barbecue immediately.  You work up an immense appetite on the road. 

This is why youre fat

Unfortunately, it’s not always possible to work out the stress.  No bike, limited time to run, the lure of drink after drink to just de-wire and get to sleep.

  Bad hotel

 

Research usually requires a partner, a second sounding board.  I had a good partner.  A good partner is adaptable.  A busted hotel room or a missed flight isn’t going to cause a meltdown.

A weiner chihuahua freaking on a leg for an hour during an interview isn’t going to break their cool.   

I love your leg

Example of a research partner gone bad:  all complaints and freaking out and comments that get you to stop cold on a New York street and yell, “What the fuck!  Did you just say Aunt Jemima?”

  The liberation of aunt jemima

No.  But my job indeed was to stereotype Texans:  AND I’M LIKE HEY, AND I SAID HEY, AND IT’S’ LIKE HEY. 

SUVs and this innocent American kind of superiority.  Good hearts.  Cool, calm and collected.  A blend of East Coast standoffishness and Southern cool. And the sweet Hispanic families that make me want to shrink down, put on a Spongebob shirt, blend in and go home with them to play XBox and eat frozen juice pops.

In the natural environment

The Houston experience included a beat down hotel ten miles out from the airport, down a twisted highway-in-progress, with a hot tub missing a good six inches of water.  It was a lot of turning around and a GPS system called Neverlost that might as well have been called Getlostalot or Toolatetoturn or MostUturnspossible.

  Where am i

Houston nights: lying in a massive and suspicious bed, drinking beers and melted ice water from the ice bucket, texting the most random people in search of human response, typing until you pass out, then getting up early as sin to get back into the humid sunshine, back into the SUV, packing video gear to go meet some fresh souls.

Houston hotel view

Houston passed in a blur.  Dallas and Baton Rouge sped up and intensifed…

Sky