Studio Time

Yesterday I walked up and down Music Row where many of the area’s music studios reside. In the hour-long walk, I passed maybe three other pedestrians—unusual because it felt like a regular single-family home neighborhood.

I stopped in front of Jay’s Place. I recognized the spot from the city bus tour. The driver had mentioned I could knock on the door and ask for a tour.

I did.

Jay has owned the small studio for years. In the beginning he was one of 78 independent studios that stretch up the escalating street. Now, he says, there’s 11.

He gave me a brief tour of the studio and we made plans for a full tour next week, when he’d have the time to answer the many questions that popped into my head at the same time.

I also want to spend some time in the basement studio, his ‘rat-pack’ lounge.