Jim McBean:
Here’s the deal. Sharing a cheap motel room with Ben Krech, is like staying with your crazy aunt while your parents are out of town. It’s entertaining and everything; right now he’s challenging Sheila (our only intern), to an arm wresting match in our kitchenette. He says she can use both arms, and he claims he can still win.
He stays up well past anyone’s bedtime. He’s really quiet. Almost marmot-like. So you feel comfortable enough to slip away into sleepiness into the early morning hours, and not worry about some horrible axe murder incident happening while you are comfortably sleeping. But why is it that I wake every morning and find his ass in my bed?! It’s really weird. There he is--slaving over a blog post when you go to bed. Then BAM! You wake up in the morning find yourself in bed with Ben. What the hell?
Ben Krech:
Here’s the deal. Sleeping with Jim McBean is like sleeping with your mom: If placed in a desperate enough position, you’ll do it, but at dawn you don’t want to find her/him resting their head on your chest.
Aaron Lee:
Here’s the real deal. While those two clowns bickered over a nice, comfortable king sized bed, I was put on an air mattress (on the damn floor) next to them. You know how the bottom sinks in where your ass is, and you have to lift up just to roll over? Yeah, (as a man approaching seven feet tall) what I would give for half of the real estate on a Homestead Suites king size mattress...
Did I mention the AC vents are inches from my mid-section? I brought my own Mexican blanket, which doubled as protective wrap for our back-up mixing console. Anyway, I’ve been the first to wake each day, and felt compelled to snap the following picture of these Music Fog pioneers. They say music brings people together, but “two pillows” carry some weight, too.