miss me

I've taken a day off/had a productive time, of it

I finished our scratch vocals with the little lady

in the afternoon and was able to bundle up yay so

many demos and get them yousendited to my comrades

at arms.

Lo, did Mr. Guitar player join us for an extended

session late yesterday night and lay silky tracks

on the demo, above.

I was taken aback by the collaborative process for

much of our session--I kept prompting buddy Straus

for this or for that, and feeling dissatisfied

with his efforts. That made me feel completely

self-conscious, like a whopping great arsehole,

and--somehow--we made it through with what I feel

to be genius displayed, again, on the video above.

So what did I feel and why?

I'm not sure, although I think I'm rather

protective of my babies. Tinge that sweetly with

a dram of insecurity, a long day of recording,

and fuck if I have a quiet episode in front of my

new collaborator-at-arms. My guess is it didn't

bother him as much as it did, me, but I always

assume that people can read my mind, thoughts,

and emotions.

Even when I can't.

So what, we'll do it again this week or next or

some shit, and have ourselves a ball.

Demos done, I can begin dialing drums sounds and

working on all the crazy whooshing noises that will

subtle and not so much the duration of this record,

"gals"