There’s a cool routine by Bill Hicks about how the best records were made by artists off their heads on drugs.
Someone I know was involved in the making of a legendary album as the personal manager of the guitarist. As a young naive artist I asked him what the job of personal manager entailed. I was told it was to ensure that everyone had the right amounts of the right drugs at the right times to enable them to nail that take.
Cool. If this is what ensues. This has the vocals and drums isolated. Pretty magical.
By now I’m a not so young and definitely not so naive musical traveller with experience of musicians who have ruined their careers with substance abuse. On a starter level, my pet hate is when bands come to the studio and crack open the beers while still setting up. It’s lazy. A loser attitude. Worse still if they smoke. Jeez… you visibly grow old waiting for them to get anything done.
Maybe in the 70s they had the budgets and the time to faff around in the studio. These days, who can afford such luxury?
In the lifetime of this company alone there have been three instances where promising careers have not happened because of addiction to chemicals. They’ve been painful personal experiences.
Bill Hicks is right, in a “yeah, way to go, rock’nroll” sort of way. But it’s just a comedy routine.