A day at Soundwave

I was bored today, so Matt told me to hang out at Soundwave Studios. He suggested that I do a photo documentary of a day at Soundwave. So here it is.



You can smoke indoors.

There's nowhere to throw your butts.





Anvil practice here.


You think John stuck these up his ass too?

Irony: That Soundwave subscribes to a magazine called Profit.

Ramy wants to set the place on fire. Seriously.

"Hey, check out what these magnetized speakers do to the screen!"







I stupidly threw a lit cigarette up there, where there's exposed insulation, so Ramy had to go put it out.

The Soundwave logic: if one peg is missing and makes the speaker wobble, break the remaining three off to make it even.



Arson.

More arson.




The fire stank so bad, Matt went overboard with the air freshener.

Then he smashed some plastic ice cube trays that the bitchy cokehead bartender brought them.