Friends in Low Places - Recording

Recording

After the success of Brooks' eponymous debut album, he contacted the writers of "Friends in Low Places" to ask if the song was still available, and they said it was. In keeping with the raucous theme, a large contingent of backing vocalists accompanied Brooks as the chorus was repeated until a fadeout. Among the members of the group were Brooks' then-wife, Sandy, and both songwriters, Blackwell and Lee. At one point near the end of the song, one of the musicians opens a beer can, which is picked up by the microphone. When the album was being mastered, the sound of the beer can was originally mistaken for an audio glitch. Later on, one of the crowd members shouts "Push, Marie!" in reference to Garver, who was in the hospital while his wife was giving birth.

Recognizing the song's potential, producer Allen Reynolds, in consultation with Capitol Nashville president Jimmy Bowen, decided that Brooks' rendition was going to be the first single from his new album, No Fences. In July 1990, Brooks' mother, Colleen Carroll, inadvertently leaked the unreleased song to an Oklahoma radio station, setting off a frenzy and forcing the single and album to be rush-released.

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