Recording studios, eh? A total mystery to most of us – but there are people like Arthur Baker, Shep Pettibone, Bobby O, Trevor Horn, Flood, William Orbit, Tony Visconti, Mike Thorne, Quincy Jones, George Martin, Daniel Miller, Phil Spector – who can polish the grimiest of turds and turn them into shining jewels of pop perfection. These are the record producers – the men who are nodded at by performers when a “take” sounds good in their “cans”.
Have you noticed something, readers? Not a lot (if any) vaginas are there? Female singers, musicians and songwriters are certainly evident in pop generally – but apart from Kate Bush I can’t think of a single female pop song producer. Have I misogynistiically missed someone obvious?