Administrator - Nene Gilles
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 Otherwise known as "Studio Mom", Nene (short for Jennene) runs the Big Blue Office. She also does the occasional bit of engineering, designs/writes articles for band press packs and websites, cooks for all the staff and looks after the studio doggies.
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Studio Manager - Eric Cummings
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 Eric does EVERYTHING you could possibly imagine that could be related to studios operations. Except sleep. Or have a life of any sort. He has arms like cranes and hands like vice grips. He smokes a minimum of 2 packs of cigarettes a day and drinks about 15-20 cups of black coffee. No matter. He will live forever.
He will fix anything ever made by any manufacturer. Often without proper tools, parts or schematics. Any mic, any console, any amp, any tape machine or piece of outboard gear known to God or man. Any computer. He will do this at any hour of the day or night.
He will break up band fist-fights, call cabs, call ambulances, call mothers, sisters, brothers, doctors, priests and rabbis. Call in favors. But will not call the cops. He will repel boarders and vagrants. He will clean up puke and piss and other bodily discharges, or force somebody else to do it and still manage to keep them from quitting.
He will score beer, booze and girls for the clients. He will take them to strip clubs and watch them get blind drunk and make complete fools of themselves. Will happily encourage them and yet still make sure they still make session call. He will intonate guitars and basses and tune drum kits.
He will clean toilets and make coffee if no interns show up. Will hire people and fire them. Cut grass. Take out mountains of trash. Feed and walk the studio mutts. Tar the roof. Build rooms. Rip rooms out. Move gigantic consoles, studio racks and tape machines between floors and sometimes move them back again. Paint and carpet and refurbish every kind of building fixture. Wood, marble, glass, rubber or metal.
Go to the bank and the post office. Will call FedEx or UPS, bankers, brokers, welders, pavers, lawyers, accountants, locksmiths, the town, the county, the state, the Feds and the IRS. He will call the Pope if he find out he owes us money and tell him he won’t get his masters until he coughs it up.
 Drive clients to, and pick them up from, every conceivable point of access and egress in the NYC area. He will go to shows to see bands for the owner.He will run any and every imaginable type of interference for the owner. Work 7 days a week, 14-18 hours a day commonly... for many months in a row, year after year for the owner. He will work sick, dead tired, he will work when no sane man would work more for fear of mental or physical collapse. I'm pretty sure he would take a bullet for the owner if he had to. But the owner will know he didn't enjoy it by the tiny wry smile he wears afterward.
He is the greatest studio manager that has ever lived. Or ever will live. And once again... He will live forever.
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