It’s the morning of Saturday, May 22, and everything is set up and ready to record my three-part-harmony rumba blues version of Hound Dog. Tannis and Jane are upstairs singing into their microphones as a test while Nik adjusts the volumes in their headphones. Adam and Jesse—always ready—launch into a jam.
Sam: So, uh, are we ready to go, everyone, or . . .
Jane: Woah, check one, two, check one . . .
Tannis: Yep. Yep. Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh.
Tannis: I may be too loud. I may be too loud, I may be too loud . . .
Jane: Whoooa, they said you were high . . .
Tannis: I may be toooo loud. I may be loud. I like it like that. I like it, I like it.
Jane: Not for me. No, no, no. N-no. No. Uhhh-nnn. Ah-h ah-h. Mmm.
Sam: (Laughs) So shall we record one?
Jane and Tannis: Mmm-hmm-mm-mmmm.