|I do love my Emmylou Gibson.|
You see, I have a goal of finishing my album by the end of this month.
My last full-length album took me 4 days to record. I left town to make it, booked 8 days of studio time, used studio musicians and a producer I didn't know that well. We worked for 4 days in a row and realized we'd finished.
This time 'round has been incredibly difficult. I probably should have just left town and booked a studio, but I have zero budget (and have not been brave enough to crowdfund) and have had to rely on the kindness of friends. Even when friends are kind, the timing is still so tough. It's not just about coordinating a time for someone to push record. It's about coordinating that time with an engineer and a babysitter and time off from teaching and a sober drummer.
|Playing The Black Pearl accordion because|
Big Red was stolen. I'll share that story one day.
AND NOW I HAVE LARYNGITIS!!!
I know, I know. Things could be worse. But I swear, I spend enough time frustrated over my inability to blossom in my career while I'm primary parenting, and I thought I'd finally sorted this out.
What is the DEAL, tonsils? Behave!
So today, rather than gloriously finish my record (it was too late notice to find a sober drummer and studio to use the engineer's time for recording drums instead), I am chugging hot tea next to a humidifier, writing a pity-party blog about my lost day.
And now, having typed this woe-is-me blog, I'm giving myself a massive guilt trip for being so self-centered in a world of misery and looking at photos of outer space and rolling my eyes at myself because I know, I know.
I just really need this album completely recorded by the end of February. One day I'll tell you why I set this seemingly-arbitrary goal.
|Looking so deep and thoughtful and curly-haired.|
Deep breaths (into steam).
*by the amazingly talented Joseph Mays