Announcer: After a series of staggering defeats,
Blue Oyster Cult assembled in the recording studio
in late 1976 for a session with famed producer Bruce Dickinson.
And, luckily for us, the cameras were rolling.
Alright, guys, I think we're ready to lay this first track down.
By the way, my name is Bruce Dickinson.
Yes, the Bruce Dickinson.
And I gotta tell you: fellas...
you have got what appears to be a dynamite sound!
Coming from you, Bruce, that means a lot.
Yeah. I mean, you're Bruce Dickinson!
This is incredible!
I can't believe Bruce Dickinson digs our sound!
Easy, guys...
I put my pants on just like the rest of you --
one leg at a time
Except, once my pants are on, I make gold records.
Alright, here we go. "Fear... Don't Fear the Reaper"
take one. Roll it
Alright! One, two, three, four...
[๐ถ Blue Oyster Cult "Don't Fear The Reaper" ๐ถ]
๐ถ All our times have come... ๐ถ
๐ถ Here but now they're gone... ๐ถ
Okay! Wait! Wait! Stop!
Um, Bruce, could you come in here for a second, please?
That... that was gonna be a great track. Guys, what's the deal?
Uh, are you sure that was sounding okay?
I'll be honest... fellas, it was sounding great.
But...
I could've used a little more cowbell.
[Audience laughs]
So... let's take it again... and, Gene?
Yeah?
Really explore the studio space this time.
You got it, Bruce.
I mean, really... explore the space. I like what I'm hearing. roll it.
One, two, three, four...
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๐ถ All our times have come... ๐ถ
๐ถ Here but now they're gone... ๐ถ
Okay, wait! Stop! Stop!
Bruce, I'm sorry, could you come back in here, please?
Fellas... now, we just wasted two good tracks!
This last one was even better than the first!
Well, it's just that I find Gene's cowbell playing distracting!
I don't know, if I'm the only one, I'll shut up.
Nah, it was pretty rough.
You know, I could pull it back a little, if you'd like.
Not too much, though! I'm telling you, fellas --
you're gonna want that cowbell on the track!
You know what, it's fine. Let's just do the thing.
Okay, Roll it.
One, two, three, four...
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๐ถ All our times have come... ๐ถ
๐ถ Here but now they're gone... ๐ถ
COME ON, GENE!!
NO, YOU COME ON!!
Guys, yโ knowโฆthatโฆthatโฆit doesn't work for me.
I gotta have more cowbell!
Don't blow this for us, Gene!
[laughing] Quit being...
quit being so selfish, Gene!
Can I just say one thing?
Yeah, baby! Just say it!
I'm standing here, staring at rock legend Bruce Dickinson!
The cock of the walk, baby!
And if Bruce Dickinson wants more cowbell,
we should probably give him more cowbell!
Say it, baby!
And, Bobby, you are right - I am being selfish.
But the last time I checked,
we don't have a whole lot of songs
that feature the cowbell.
I gotta have more cowbell, baby!
[Audience laughs]
And I'd be doing myself a disservice --
and every member of this band
if I didnโt perform the HELL out of this!
Guess what?
I got a fever!
And the only prescription...
is more cowbell!
[Audience laughs]
Thank you, Bruce.
but I think if...
I think if I just leave... and maybe I'll come back later,
and we can lay down the cowbell.
Aw, come on, baby...
Gene, wait!
Why don't you lay down that cowbell right now.
With us.
Together.
Do you mean that, Eric?
Oh, yeah.
He speaks for all of us.
Thank you.
Babies... before we're done here...
y'all be wearing gold-plated diapers.
What does that mean?
Never question Bruce Dickinson!
Roll it!
One, two, three, four...
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