I worked in this building for a few years starting back in 2004. The view is pretty nice. Today was the first time I had been there since pre-Covid. I wouldn’t mind working in this building again except that we have two buildings that are a bit closer to home. This one is pretty far away.
I feel like things have been getting heavy and dark around here. That always happens when a certain fascist former president nudges his way into my view.
Here, to brighten things up, is Miss Robin Sparkles.
Enjoy!
I snuck out for some more singing in the car this morning. I only had three songs ready to go and I finished all of them. That’s two days in a row. Can you believe it? Now I have to start writing lyrics again. Ugh.
The view from the “studio” today:
Obligatory clock pic from the drive home:
Finally, when I got home I saw this. The fire hydrant in our front yard is in a bag. There is writing on the bag that you can’t see here that says leak detection test, or something like that. Interesting? Maybe. Maybe not.
I was able to get out to the movie theater parking lot to do some singing in the car. Success. Well, success-ish.
I had five songs ready to record. I was hoping to get to all of them, but I only had a little more than an hour and that probably isn’t enough time for five songs, even when I work with my super low standards. I got through three of the songs and then had to go home. I had time remaining, and I still had some voice left. I wasn’t tired, I could have kept going. Unfortunately, one of the roadblocks you encounter when you’re mentally defective and can’t sing when other people are around and therefore have to go to an empty parking lot to sing in the car when you have voice parts to record is that if you need to go to the bathroom, you need to go home.
Too much information?
The view from my recording studio this morning!
I put rhythm guitars on three songs today, and lead guitars on two. I went direct, even though it’s not nearly as much fun as using a speaker. Oh well. I could hear Jen talking on the phone upstairs when I started playing and I didn’t want to disturb her. I figured I’d be a nice guy and keep things quiet.
Between the weather and my schedule I am completely cock blocked from shooting film.
I just wanna go outside and shoot some damn film!
I recorded guitars for a bunch of songs today. The performances suck to the high heavens, but they exist so… yeah.
I did not record direct today. I had a mic on a speaker like the old timers used to do. Direct signals are fine and all, but making actual noise is so much better. Every time.
Oil changed, inspection sticker acquired, groceries purchased, and a bunch of Power Ball quick picks snagged. Now what? Music? Probably lunch first. Maybe a Doctor Who or two.
We used to live in this house.
Also, meow.
Wascally Wabbit.
Robin loves watching out of the windows. All of the windows. She goes from room to room, just looking out the windows.
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