By Ralph (209.240.222.130 - 209.240.222.130) on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 03:06 am:

She's going to kill me folks! Neica has few of her own TS stories to tell. One is particularly funny I think and I have been trying to talk her into it, but for some reason she's reluctant. I'm baiting you Neica Lee......I'm telling you folks...she may have been tiny, but dynamite isn't all that big and you wouldn't mess with that.
C'mon Neica....dish!!!

By John Lester (213.122.191.39 - 213.122.191.39) on Friday, March 22, 2002 - 09:06 pm:

Ralph...your reputation hangs on this!!!

Neica, don't let our Ralph down, will ya!!

LOL

By Ralph (209.240.222.130 - 209.240.222.130) on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 02:20 am:

Talk to her John!!!

By NeicaLee (209.240.222.130 - 209.240.222.130) on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 02:54 am:

Okay John,
I'll tell one little story, but I am not sure it is going to be that intereting. It's only Ralph's reputation that is motivating me.
It was a HD&H closed session. Ralph was in the control room and I was in our office which was locked. I sat by a very large window which gave me a view of the reception area and entry into the studio. A young man came to the window rapping furiously to get my attention. He was not a familiar face and so I did not open the door to allow entry into the office. Instead I responded through the window. He insisted I allow him into the control room stating he was a part of the session and a part of production. I called up to Ralph and Ralph said"no way" Naturally, I refused this young man and told him to come back after the session. He then begain citing his production resume which amounted to nothing. I told him, I did not care if he produced Frank Sinatra, he was not getting in. Enraged he smashed the window which shattered on my desk and in my mind. Without thinking I jumped from behind the desk and through the door, in an attack posture. By this time Ralph was behind me, and proceeded to lift me off my feet and hold on while I continued trying to move forward. This young "wanna be" was using foul language, aimed at me and I was furious. Don Davis had come into the reception area & also immediately came to my rescue---or his. He escorted him to the door and this fellow threatened revenge. Naturally, things calmed down and after a replaced window and Ralph reminding me of my size and gender. Things got back to normal. Ralph then walked me to my car each evening when I left, protecting me from "destruction"
So that is one story. Now that I think about it. What a picture! Ralph, I know you are smiling and so am I.
Enough for now. Just a normal day at the office.

By Ralph (209.240.222.130 - 209.240.222.130) on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 04:15 am:

Neica Lee,
I know my next line here will probably piss you off, but....you were just too cute.
Trying to hold you back from this guy was like trying to hold on to a sack full of enraged cats. This dude was in a lot of trouble and didn't know it. It was my pleasure to escort you to your car each evening. Believe me, if the guy would have showed up with harmful intentions I would have hammered him into the ground like a human nail.

By Ralph (209.240.222.130 - 209.240.222.130) on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 04:54 am:

OK Neica Lee,
I remember another incident that got your dander up.( call her Rocky ) It was in the very early days of Tera Shirma. We were still working at getting the place off the ground. You were out hitting a couple of clubs one night with friends when, somewhere, and I don't remember the details, someone made a disparaging remark about Tera Shirma. I think you told me it was the guy you were out with that night that held you back on this one. Like I told everyone, you were tiny, but girl, you had more fire in you than Mount Etna. I suppose that was one of your endearing qualities to me...that you didn't suffer fools any better than I.

By neicalee (209.240.222.130 - 209.240.222.130) on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:42 am:

Ralph,
cute? one more story that makes me smile. When the Southbound Freeway was recording one of their songs. They needed someone to say" Oh! It's the Southbound Freeway" They asked me to do it and I said "I don't think so", but You urged me to do it so as not to waste time finding someone else available. "oh don't worry Neica" you told me. "Noone will know it's you" Everytime they played that song, I cringed, and everyone I ever spoke to in my entire life knew it was me. I was so happy when they stopped playing it, and although impressed with the junioring on your part, I vowed retaliation. Which I think I got everytime I said"Gin!"

By Ralph (209.240.222.130 - 209.240.222.130) on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 05:46 am:

No sweetie...you didn't say Gin! You said Gin??? As I was laying my cards down!

By John Lester (213.122.200.54 - 213.122.200.54) on Saturday, March 23, 2002 - 07:57 am:

As you say

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE OFFICE!

LOLOL