Sentence examples for dark studios from inspiring English sources

Queen recorded at After Dark Studios in Cartersville, Georgia; Boricua Music Studios in Bridgeport, Connecticut; Flow Music Studios in San Juan, Puerto Rico; Imperio Music Studios in the Bronx, New York Los Angeless Recording in California; The Lab Studios and Mad Jim Studios.

After a slight lineup change, the band recently finished recording their debut album at Glow in the Dark Studios, and if the one-off release of "To Dream" is any indication of the album's sound, we are all in for a gorgeous treat.

But even still, you hardly ever see the guy who brings cinema to life, the Foley artist who literally reenacts entire films by himself in dark studios, dicing frozen cabbages (ideal for simulating the sound of some poor sap getting his head chopped off) or pawing at a box of sand with customized coconut-shell gloves (this gives you a nice, distinct horse's gallop), getting the credit he deserves.

I hate being in a dark studio when working.

He is a hermit, who shuttles between the dark basement on Long Island and a dark studio in the city.

In their minds, Crispin sits in a dark studio in faded brown corduroy trousers, shiny at the knees, broadcasting to three like-minded souls.

When the door opened -- in and to the right, stopping against a low coffee table -- the two men surveyed the scene: a small dark studio apartment.

Mr. Lack has made some changes, including decluttering on-screen graphics, pulling anchors from a dark studio into a newsroom setting, and adding shows like day-after repeats of "Charlie Rose" at night.

Then, in a dark studio, Calipari, who is just a basketball coach whose parents never went to college, was asked to share his views on race relations in the United States and on the country's President-elect.

At moments, the man dressed in khaki pants and a khaki shirt, feet propped up on a coffee table, would seem to fit better in a dark studio, having one of his legendary screaming matches with Mr. Wallace.

Edward Steichen's four cloche-hatted models (including Lee Miller) on a yacht, gazing out to sea like well-dressed nymphs; his portrait of a smiling Chaplin, leaning on a cane, dwarfed by his own shadow; Beaton's Vivien Leigh, impossibly slim, surrounded by the detritus of photography itself, like "a Persian gazelle in the dark studio forest of chains and planks".