Well, Ken, just to be a bitch, I'm going to give you the real answer. These people here, I don't know why they've got their panties in such a twist. Either you really have the money to do it (I doubt it) or you are a dreamer (I don't doubt it). Either way, it's OK. It's OK to be rich, and it's OK to dream, so WTF?
First, you admit that you can't be everything. You can't be an architect, a producer, an executive producer, a recording artist, a tracking engineer, a mixing engineer, a mastering engineer, a maitenance tech, an agent a lawyer, so you need staff.
First, you buy a piece of land with a *very* long driveway, with no neighbors, and hire an exterminator to kill every bird, frog, cricket, and cat in a 3 mile radiius. He comes back weekly, 'cause
they always come back, at least for the first 3 years.
Then you hire an architect to design the building with no parallel walls, dedicated HVAC systems, etc. Hell, you've only spent a million in real estate, and $500,000 on the building, including the bribes to the building code people. Next, you hire a kickass tracking engineer to spec out your gear from hell, and to maintain all your vintage mics and analog recording decks, and some tape op girls with big tits and small brains.
Next, you're going to need a mixing engineer, so you hire Al Schmidt. George Martin will handle mastering. You're going to need some talent, so you get Wes Montgomery, Julian Breen, Eddie Van Halen on guit. Charlotte Church will make a pretty good doo-wop. You get the idea, and that $10 mill is starting to run low.
Then, with the help of Bob Dylan, David Wilcox, Lionel Richie, and the rest of your songwriting staff, you create the guide tracks for your smash debut album, "Talentless". After Chick Correa, Herbie Hancock, and the entire percussion section of Santana lay down their overdubs, You delete the only thing on it that has nothing to recommend it-You. Then you've got a smash album. Go for it.-Richie
