I played bass on a wierd session there in the early '80s, for some ballet company thing, I cant remember much, other than that Joe Walsh was there, too, and he was quite lit up. Also the great Brian Ray, a terrific guitarist. And I met a girl that night, but sigh I cant remember her name. The Record Plant was the only studio Ive ever been too with a hot tub in the garden and cocaine mirrors built into the mix console. Garry Creiman told me that he found piles of cocaine inside the mix desk when he pulled it apart for a refurb. Wild place, by most accounts. When rock ruled the roost. Now all the excess belongs to the rappers.