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The recording facility in Notting Hill houses six studios and a suite of purpose-built offices. It had been owned until now by musician and producer Trevor Horn.
Under Horn’s stewardship, Sarm Studios has played host to artists including Paul McCartney, Rihanna, Dua Lipa, Madonna, One Direction, Stormzy, Lana Del Rey, Paolo Nutini, Charli XCX, Mark Ronson and Florence & The Machine.
With the purchase completed, the complex will undergo refurbishment before becoming “a fundamental part of the Three Six Zero ecosystem”, according to a statement.
“The purchase represents a significant move by Three Six Zero to create a central hub in London, strengthening their UK foundations and providing a valuable stepping stone to Europe,” said the company.
The facilities will be readily available to all Three Six Zero clients and partners, while the Sarm Studios complex will also serve as the new base for Three Six Zero Recordings.
“Sarm Studios has long been an integral fixture of London’s music landscape, and we’re thrilled to be able to make it a part of the expanding Three Six Zero community,” said Mark Gillespie, CEO & founder, Three Six Zero.
Trevor Horn said: “I would like to wish Three Six Zero all the best in their new home.”
“Inspired and excited that Three Six Zero Recordings’ first UK base is going to be in such an iconic spot that, together with the rest of the TSZ family, we intend to make a vital creative hub in West London to carry on Trevor Horn’s legacy,” said Pete Tong, president, Three Six Zero Recordings.
Three Six Zero, is an independent management and entertainment partnership at the forefront of the music, film, television, and digital content landscape. With offices in Los Angeles, Miami, and London, the company represents global talent including Calvin Harris, Willow, Majid Jordan, Bloodpop, The Streets and Jabari Banks.
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Note the article above no longer lists Louis amongst their notable global clients, in contrary to this MBW article on TSZ recordings from 27 June 2019:
Launched in 2018, Three Six Zero Recordings is a joint venture between Sony Music and Gillespie’s well-established management company, Three Six Zero.
Under [Peter] Tong’s leadership, the label will look to further establish a strong presence in the electronic music space by building upon its current roster.
As part of his role, Tong will also oversee the release of all soundtracks for Three Six Zero produced film and television content.
Operations for the label will be split between Los Angeles and London.
CEO of Sony Music Entertainment, Rob Stringer said, “Pete is obviously a legendary innovator in dance music globally so him joining this exciting new chapter of Three Six Zero is a huge coup for Mark and in turn for Sony Music!”
In addition to [Calvin] Harris, Three Six Zero represents musical and entertainment clients including, among others, Will Smith, Tiësto, Jada Pinkett Smith, Spider-verse lead Shameik Moore, Louis Tomlinson, Jaden Smith, Willow Smith and Brady Corbet.
Pete Tong, well known as a DJ and artist, is also a sigificant industry figure.
In 2008 he joined WME and co-created the Electronic Music Division where he will continue to consult as partner & client.
Tong previously worked as A&R director for London Records / FFRR and is a founding partner of The International Music Summit (IMS) in Ibiza.
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Cold House (Ben Mears x Reader)
Summary: When the heat goes out, crazy ideas ensue
Tagging: @nobody7102
Ben adjusted his glasses before he flipped the page in the book he had been reading, his feet rubbing together to warm his socks. It had been a day.....God it had been a fucking day. He had spent the better part of the day with the others on a “wake and stake”, only to come home and find that Randy had wreaked utter havoc on the babysitter who had watched him during the day. There hadn’t even been any time for him to work on his book.
A loud, clattering *BANG!* startled him from his trancelike state. “Oh shit,” he muttered before whipping his glasses off and lazily placing them on the bed.
Ben skidded down the hall, only to be met by Randy and his funny little waddle-run, his Spiderman blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!”
“Little man, we will discuss that bad language later,” Ben told him, the urgency in his voice evident as he headed down the stairs.
Ben practically jumped the last step when he heard annoyed shouts coming from the basement, the lights on and the stairwell bright and the voices loud and clear.
“Nolly you fucking knucklehead!!! What did you do?!”
“I didn’t do shit!!!”
“Well obviously you did something, otherwise this fuckin clunker would still be working!!”
Ben went down a few steps and saw Mike Ryerson, Jimmy Cody, Nolly Gardener and Parkins Gillespie all gathered around the old clunker of a furnace, trying to fix it. “Goddamn fuckin HVAC guys telling us this was better for the basement,” Parkins fumed. “Mike gimme a light, will ya?”
“You guys need help?”
“Yeah any idea where (y/n) is?” Parkins asked. “She knows this shit like the back of her hand.”
“I’ll go and get her.”
Ben traipsed into the kitchen to check the little dry-erase board with everyone’s hunting schedules. Ben’s eyes trailed down the list of names, looking for that of his wife, (Y/n). Royal Snow and Hank Peters were still out on a hunt along with Corey Bryant and Bonnie Sawyer and Matt Burke would be back within the next ten to fifteen minutes.
You came in through the door just a moment later, kicking off your boots before throwing your arms around Ben’s waist, kissing his cheeks and his dark blonde hair. “Holy shit,” you remarked.
“What?” Ben asked you.
“It’s friggin freezing in here.”
Ben hadn’t even noticed until it finally hit him, the cold running through him until goosebumps began to form on his arms and legs. Another sound reached his ears and the realization hit him like a kick in the teeth. “Shit,” he hissed under his breath.
Ben darted back up the stairs and grabbed his dark blue hoodie off his bed and throwing it on over his open grey button-down and white-beater, the squeaky little cries wrenching his heart as he hurried down the hall to the room at the end.
He entered the room where the cries became clear as day, the little fairy tale scenes painted on the walls while the wooden crib that had been pushed against one side of the room. Ben switched on the light in the windowless room and found yours and his son, Sean, wide awake with his tiny little fists beating the air.
And the room was even colder than the rest of the house.
“Ok buddy, ok,” Ben said as he lifted Baby Sean out of his crib and into his arms, cradling him against his chest. “Oh you’re so cold.”
Ben’s pencil thin lips brushed against the thin tufts of hair on Sean’s delicate little head as the baby shook and trembled, almost like Randy when he had first arrived at the house before being adopted by you and Ben. “Shhhhh, it’s ok Sean,” Ben murmured as his breath warmed his son’s head. “Daddy’s got you....Daddy will keep you warm.”
Ben sighed with annoyance when he realized that the baby wrap you often used was in the laundry. Sure, Sean’s little knit blanket that Eva Miller and Mabel Werts had made him would be ok, but there was no way in hell Ben was going to wreck it that way.
“Guess I’ll make do with what I’ve got,” he sighed.
He wrapped part of his hoodie around Sean before zipping him right up inside and grabbing his favorite little stuffie off the top shelf above the dresser. Awkward as it was, Ben didn’t give a single shit about what anybody thought. All that mattered to him was keeping Sean warm.
“C’mon bud,” he said. “Let’s go see Momma.”
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“Ok I think I’ve got it,” you said, straining as you tried to turn the wrench one more time. “Mike flip the switch.”
Mike Ryerson flipped the switch on the circuit breaker. “Alright, breaker is a go,” he replied.
You tried one last time but nothing. The furnace was totally conked out. “Alright, shut it off,” you told him. “We’ll get the fireplaces and the woodstoves going for the night.”
You headed back upstairs with the others and into the living room, loading the woodstove with as much wood as it could hold before lighting it. Every fireplace in the house was lit and soon it was as warm as could possibly be. You turned to the window to see the snow falling like heavy rain outside, when something else caught your attention.
“Ben?” you chuckled. “What are you doing?”
“Baby was freezing so I wrapped him up.”
Ben partially unzipped his hoodie when you saw Sean’s little head resting against Ben’s chest, sucking away on his blue and yellow pacifier and clutching something in his hand.
You laughed and melted all at once as you promptly took a picture of the scene before you and captioned it. The door opened and shut with Matt Burke trailing in from the snowstorm with Corey and Bonnie not far behind him.
“The hell happened while we were out?” Matt asked.
“Heat went out,” you told him.
“Is that why he’s got the baby in his sweatshirt?”
“Yep,” you said, showing Matt the picture that was captioned Daddy Bat and His Little Pup.
Sean lifted his little head, his stuffie still clutched in his hand. You were practically squealing on the inside when you realized which one it was, a little bat stuffie that had come with the book “Stellaluna”, a book Ben read to Randy nearly every night and had insisted on reading to Sean when he would grow older.
You and Ben made yourselves comfortable on the sofa in the living room while Parkins grabbed the kitchen phone off the wall and went down to the basement to have it out with an HVAC repairman. You and Ben scooted closer together, your foreheads touching and the warmth of the woodstove made its way into the blanket that covered you and Sean.
And you couldn’t think of a better way to spend a night like that.
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