That was direct to the recording engineers.It has a sound as though we were playing to a large stadium which we were not.It was a large club and a high school auditorium.They set a bunch of overhead mics in the audience and then ran us through underpowered amps 50 watts with no master volume,just cranked through the house system.Both audiences were very resectful of the overhead mics which were all expensive neumans that did not get knocked over or crushed and sensitive enough to pick up spare change rattling in your pocket..an ultimate vocal mic costing easy a grand apiece.The thing about the sixties feel to live records was that the audience was louder than the band yet there was still this great groove going.And how fortunate for you that Chip and Marvin grace with their presence these live recordings.Chip on bass and vocals with Brown on drums and vocals.It was all crash,bang, boom when we hit the stage.And we did not drive all of this way to be fucking with any bullshit,we escaped shows at the peril of our very lives.I have got the shots of the bus complete with the bullet holes in it.I had a great agent in those days,Jay Brown,He would send us all over the south working out many problems for us because we were a black rock and roll band.His fee was 10% off the top before expenses.He would call me before closing night after we had been rocking a town for a couple days and say "I got a call from the Alabama State police to tell you to NOT return to the hotel after closing show on Saturday night.Leave town right after the show from the venue and do not stop until you are out of not only this county but the next one too.Rene they are going to lynch y'all if you don't move real quick!" I use to get off on this after the shows...the escape...Jay handled all of the money for us and would forward it to us via wire transfer to the next show so we tore down real fast and had to haul ass.In that worn out old school bus under the hood I had a chevy 283 cu with cross ram carbs and two nox tanks.Bigpipe headers with no back pressure and that big old shit would be rippin' up the road like a chevelle.When I got up to fourth gear I would hit a nox tank and fire would spew from the tailpipe of choice,the police all backed off,there was no such thing as a stop sign nor red light and only one speed..floored!I did not have a cruise control yet did have two throttle cables that I would pull out and lock so I could concentrate on steering and running pick-ups which happened to be shooting at us off the road,we were living the ultimate tale of a rcok and roll band.Going into the two carbs I also had two diesal glow plugs heating the fuel so normally we were getting 72 miles per gallon just cruising to the gig..I could turn them on or off.The reason Chip and Marvin are not on a lot of my sessions is because we just had to stop or get hanged.So they would attempt to return to some kind of a "normal" life.I hope that they find it.We got hit by a lot of racist hatred.and from day one we were more of a family then a rock band and what we got through was way more then a hollywood movie,today you could not even touch what we did.Nor envision the danger we pulled through.We laughed at futile bullets hitting the armor plating of the bus.After we got to the second county or the interstate things had cooled down and Marvin would begin to fix our breakfast.Marvin was a five star chef so our pantry was well stocked but the fave of us all was fish and grits.Cooked right on the bus.So tasty.They would congratulate my on my driving skills and they were so great and so tight for me onstage.So dynamic!Down to the tiniest detail of the show.With a black band you see it is all economy and tone.Then the voices and then the show.They were playing my stuff yet I had to play it by their rules.The engineers cut out with the masters