I’m going to try going in to work today. Not because I’m feeling that much better, more because I forget what being outside feels like.
Category: Generic
RPM? What’s That?
THIS SUCKS!
Today is day three of being too sick to think. Too sick to function at all. I’ve called in sick two days. This blows. I have so much recording and mixing left to do and I can’t do any of it because I’m too sick to spend more than a few minutes at a time out of bed. I’m going to have to spend every waking moment recording this weekend, assuming this bout of the common cold doesn’t end me.
THIS SUCKS!
X-Files
I just watched the sixth episode of the six episode X-Files mini season. I have to ask… When does the seventh episode air? Because… Well… No spoilers, of course, but WHAT THE HELL?????
My Monday
Still Really Sick
The strangest thing just happened to me. I coughed and sneezed at precisely the same moment. It opened my mind in a way I had never dreamed possible. I achieved a zen like state of total consciousness. Suddenly all things were possible. I could cure all diseases. I could solve all global problems. I could get Donald Trump out of the primary and get Bernie Sanders into the White House.
Then I noticed the huge snot bubble hanging off the end of my nose and the moment ended.
Sorry ’bout that.
My Sunday
Four
I wrote this one last night and recorded it this morning. I don’t like it.
Three!
A little Trump is a Dink song. I am not happy with this one at all. I couldn’t play the rhythm guitar part in the chorus the way I wanted to. I split it into two pieces, so everything I wanted is there. I just feel like a failure.
Win
Car vocals: Success. Well… for a few songs at least. I had an hour in the car waiting for karate, again, and I wrote two and recorded three.
They are done, but not done well. I am officially catching my wife’s cold. I think many of the as-yet-un-sung songs are toast now. Cough, cough, achoo.
Crud.
Fail
I was going to do some vocals while sitting in the car waiting for the kids to get out of karate. I set everything up on the passenger seat, came up with one useable line…
And my phone rang. I spent almost the entire wait discussing something infinitely more important with someone infinitely more important. I’ll have two more one-hour shots tomorrow. We shall see, eh?
