Paul Miller is a Santa Clara County native from the city of Los Altos, California. Although he grew up in Los Altos, his family spent a lot of time in Ashland, Oregon and British Columbia.
In Rural Stark County Illinois, centered around the town of Wyoming, I hooked up with this tribe of old friends and older acquaintances. We all had one thing in common and that common bond was music. We ended up just about every night at someone's farm house, playing music and listening to many artists. In the early 70s the choices were vast and incredibly eclectic. The one record that was played back to back every night was John Prine's first album on Atlantic.
Laney Lou and the Bird Dogs recorded their first studio album this month at Prairie Sun.
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Prairie Sun Recording Studios Hosts Curb/Word Songwriter’s Camp
Top Songwriters Gather From Nashville. Los Angeles & Atlanta
We recently created a new page on the website "Why Producers & Musicians Love Prairie Sun."
We are approaching the one-year anniversary of the devastating Santa Rosa fires that started October 8, 2017. We came to a moment in time at the studio that tested our resolve and tenacity to say the least! We are some of the lucky ones who did not lose everything the night of October 8th.
Front of House (FOH) Magazine recently did a wonderful write up on Prairie Sun Live, and their work at the Cali Roots Reggae Festival in Monterey, CA.
Here are some excerpts from the article:
Echoing across the California Roots festival, Bob Marley’s words heralded the beginning of summer and welcomed more than 13,000 fans to one of the nation’s largest reggae festivals.
I recall first being introduced to the sound of Groundation in my high school years. I wasn’t really a reggae fan at the time, but was instantly captured by the mighty horn section, tight band, and socially conscious, poetic lyricism of Harrison Stafford, and his band Groundation.
I can still remember the first time I walked through Studio C. It’s raw in nature, but instantly feels like home. Something like your grandmothers living room meets the shed in your backyard that you and your high school friends would smoke crappy pot in. Time slips away, and you surrender your senses to the art.