Submitted by Anonymous on Mon, 12/24/2007 - 23:34.
Hello Adam... Dan Nash here. I'm sure we've spoken a few times and there's a reasonably good chance that we met somewhere... I was an engineer at Atlantic Studios and a dork at Regent. I worked on many projects with your Dad and have spoken to him from time to time for the past 20+ years. In fact, I tried to hire him for something a couple of months ago, but instead of getting back to me, he left me a voicemail about midget fishermen getting lost on the beach off the coast of Staten Island.
Anyway... in the conversation that preceded the voicemail, I recalled for him (for some lost reason that I simply cannot fathom)one of the funniest spontaneous remarks I recall coming out of that marvelous brain of his. He didn't totally remember the incident, which made the recollection even funnier, because he was cracking up during the telling. Here it is:
I think it was in late 1983. It was during one of the slowdowns in the record industry... nothing like what we're going through now, but for what it was, its effects were felt industry-wide. And as a result, there were noticeably less records in production during that period.
Anyway... we were doing an Atlantic project for a singer songwriter team called Blatte & Gottlieb (sounds like a couple of Jewish accountants from Flatbush... right?). Anyway, since your dad and the late Eddie Germano were old pals and Atlantic Studios was all booked up, we were parked at The Hit Factory. These were the days of 2" tape, and your dad, being a stickler for getting the "feel" of a performance, had no patience to wait for a reel change if the *cats* were hot. But since the *cats* were top studio players, they usually stopped between takes to talk about the last take, and some of the other important things in their lives, like their favorite brand of strawberry ice-cream and the latest air-filled running shoes.
So... when a take ended in this way, your dad would yell out "CHANGE REELS!", in that Zeus-like bellow of his. Needless to say, before very long (like 2 weeks), though we had very few master takes, we had used at least some of over 100 2" tapes... and soon thereafter, I got a call from Atlantic indicating that the Blatte & Gottlieb session was on hold until further notice.
Christmas came and New Years... and no word from anyone on the session... not Joel or Gene or Blatte or Gottlieb.
Then one day, I banged into your dad in the hallway at Atlantic Studios, where we leaned himself against the wall right next to the Gold Record of Iron Butterfly's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" and said that a few days before Christmas, then label president Doug Morris had summoned him into the presidential suite and, referring to the abundance of tape costs on the Blatte & Gottlieb sessions, said: "Joel... how can you do this to me? Don't you know what state the record business is in?"
"And I turned to him and said, "Sure... it's usually in California but sometimes it's in New York!"
Then your dad looked at me with one of his famous bozo the clown-ish rolling-eyes faces and walked down the hall saying, "And that was the end of that record..!"
________
I will never forget your father and am honored to have known him, learned from him, laughed till I almost puked for months on end with him, and watched him walk proudly through this upside-down planet finding beautiful people with nothing but heart and soul and vision to share.
Capt. Dan's favorite Joel Dorn story (#274)
Hello Adam... Dan Nash here. I'm sure we've spoken a few times and there's a reasonably good chance that we met somewhere... I was an engineer at Atlantic Studios and a dork at Regent. I worked on many projects with your Dad and have spoken to him from time to time for the past 20+ years. In fact, I tried to hire him for something a couple of months ago, but instead of getting back to me, he left me a voicemail about midget fishermen getting lost on the beach off the coast of Staten Island.
Anyway... in the conversation that preceded the voicemail, I recalled for him (for some lost reason that I simply cannot fathom)one of the funniest spontaneous remarks I recall coming out of that marvelous brain of his. He didn't totally remember the incident, which made the recollection even funnier, because he was cracking up during the telling. Here it is:
I think it was in late 1983. It was during one of the slowdowns in the record industry... nothing like what we're going through now, but for what it was, its effects were felt industry-wide. And as a result, there were noticeably less records in production during that period.
Anyway... we were doing an Atlantic project for a singer songwriter team called Blatte & Gottlieb (sounds like a couple of Jewish accountants from Flatbush... right?). Anyway, since your dad and the late Eddie Germano were old pals and Atlantic Studios was all booked up, we were parked at The Hit Factory. These were the days of 2" tape, and your dad, being a stickler for getting the "feel" of a performance, had no patience to wait for a reel change if the *cats* were hot. But since the *cats* were top studio players, they usually stopped between takes to talk about the last take, and some of the other important things in their lives, like their favorite brand of strawberry ice-cream and the latest air-filled running shoes.
So... when a take ended in this way, your dad would yell out "CHANGE REELS!", in that Zeus-like bellow of his. Needless to say, before very long (like 2 weeks), though we had very few master takes, we had used at least some of over 100 2" tapes... and soon thereafter, I got a call from Atlantic indicating that the Blatte & Gottlieb session was on hold until further notice.
Christmas came and New Years... and no word from anyone on the session... not Joel or Gene or Blatte or Gottlieb.
Then one day, I banged into your dad in the hallway at Atlantic Studios, where we leaned himself against the wall right next to the Gold Record of Iron Butterfly's "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" and said that a few days before Christmas, then label president Doug Morris had summoned him into the presidential suite and, referring to the abundance of tape costs on the Blatte & Gottlieb sessions, said: "Joel... how can you do this to me? Don't you know what state the record business is in?"
"And I turned to him and said, "Sure... it's usually in California but sometimes it's in New York!"
Then your dad looked at me with one of his famous bozo the clown-ish rolling-eyes faces and walked down the hall saying, "And that was the end of that record..!"
________
I will never forget your father and am honored to have known him, learned from him, laughed till I almost puked for months on end with him, and watched him walk proudly through this upside-down planet finding beautiful people with nothing but heart and soul and vision to share.
Lovingly,
Dan Nash