my old studio was in the basement of a bar and a tattoo shop. you can imagine the things that would happen during latenight sessions. i have the telefunken tattoo on my chest and gradually failing liver to prove it.
other than that kind of stuff, i've had morning sessions (hungover) when i'd be screaming and wailing at the top of my lungs "I'M NOT GETTING ANY ****ING SIGNAL! I BOUGHT A $5,000 MICROPHONE AND IT'S BROKEN FOR NO REASON". the guitarist of the band i was recording, laughing hysterically, plugged it in, solving the problem. i felt like an idiot. an idiot with a headache.