The Alchemist

摘要

It's 11:16am on a Saturday and Jack Conte-bright-eyed, bushy-bearded-is zigzagging around a cramped Los Angeles recording studio, dodging eight musicians, two cameramen, a sound engineer, and a profusion of instruments, cords, and mic stands. "Let's do it!" he cries out, sounding martial and chipper at once, like a high school drama teacher. Conte's been here since 9 am, leading everyone through a packed day of recording. When the clock strikes 11:17 and the doing-it has yet to commence, he cries out again, "Let's do it, let's do it, let's go!"