“Alexis’s playing was great,” I said. “But maybe we want to use a drum machine instead.” “I completely agree,” Alan said. “This album needs to feel kind of wrong, and the live drums just felt too right.” We agreed. In the time since I’d started working on Animal Rights it was the first time anyone had agreed with me. I wanted to hug Alan and start crying. But I was a grown-up, and I didn’t know how well Alan would respond to a balding vegan crying in a health-food store.
