Guitars, bass and drums in a room that was built for the take — a lounge, a kitchen, a pool table and two Corvettes waiting downstairs. One studio, kept the way it should be.
Studio 61' is a private room first and a studio second. Low light, deep green walls and a desk that sits in the middle of the instruments rather than behind glass. You hear the room you are playing in — which is the whole point.
No waiting on a booth down the hall. Set up, play, listen, adjust — all in the same space.
Faders, meters and warm amber light. Sessions are worked, not clicked through.
The wall of guitars is an arm's length from the seat, so an idea never waits for a case to open.
The heart of it. A wall of electrics with singles, humbuckers and hollow bodies — clean, crunch or fuzz, whatever the song asks for.
The low end that holds everything up, tracked through the same room so it sits right from the first pass.
A kit that lives in the room, tuned and ready — mic it once, and the take sounds like the space it was played in.
Long sessions need somewhere to land. The lounge has the sofa and the screen, the kitchen is stocked and close, and the pool table has settled more arrangement arguments than any whiteboard ever did.
Take a break, shoot a frame, come back with the line you were missing.
Chrome, curved glass and a lot of patience. They sit in the garage below — the other half of why this place got built.
Tell me about the project — the songs, the sound, the parts you still need — and I will come back to you personally.