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Rubin begins by telling artists that they won't be going to a recording studio, picking a release date or thinking about a single. "I try to get them in the mind-set that they're not writing music for an album," he says. "They're writing music because they're writers and that's what they do." Months and occasionally years can pass, which is why Rubin often has as many as four projects going at once. He almost never comments on individual lyrics, although he will protest if he thinks something is emotionally untrue. ("He's great...
...there's enough material to start recording, Rubin usually feels that the work is 90% done. "If a song is great on an acoustic guitar, you can make a hundred different versions of that song and it'll still be great," he says. While many producers came up as studio engineers, Rubin says, "I came up as a fan. I'm no expert at the technical aspects" of recordmaking. Kiedis, who has worked with Rubin on five albums, says, "He basically goes into the engineer's booth, removes everything in the room and has his people bring in the most...
...friends (the circle changes and currently includes actor Owen Wilson and Borat director Larry Charles) are pressing Rubin to go to the Grammys and revel in his moment, but Rubin says, "I'm really not a celebrating-myself kind of guy. I'll probably spend the night at the studio, then come home and watch it on TiVo...
...Paper How postmodern can you be? For funky Dutch brand Moooi, Antwerp outfit Studio Job has mimicked the monumental forms of old-fashioned floor lamps, cupboards, dressers, dining tables and even chandeliers in paper and plywood. Is the Paper range flat-packing for the pretentious? Who cares? IKEA has never been this much fun. www.moooi.com...
...evening of Aug. 30, while my daughter was attending a political meeting at her film studio, I was sitting alone in my study reading William Shirer's Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, which had come from a London bookshop with which I had an account. The house was very quiet. There was not the slightest sound or movement anywhere, almost as if everything in the house were waiting helplessly for its own destruction. Suddenly the doorbell began to ring incessantly. At the same time, there was a furious pounding of many fists on my front gate, accompanied...