I wanted to take a picture of a cat for today’s photo a day thing. Unfortunately when I took my phone upstairs during my lunch break both cats were hiding and I couldn’t find them. I guess we’ll have to settle for a Hipstamatic shake-to-shuffle of a guitar… again.
I went back to my guitar this afternoon. I thought my finger tips were hurting this morning. Damn, are they hurting more right now! It’s all good though. Power through the pain today and soon enough the calluses will be back and playing will be pain free once again.
I’ve put guitars onto eight songs today in total. One song got rhythm guitar tracks and the other seven got leads. Good day, me thinks.
Today had one of those moments. One of those sad moments that jump out of nowhere and make you sad.
Tomorrow would have been my parents’ 57th wedding anniversary. Instead it’s the second anniversary since she passed away and that is making me sad today.
I did go and visit her today. That made me feel a little better. It’s funny how that works, right?
Guitars! I didn’t do a singing-in-the-car trip this morning because I’ve run out of songs that are ready for vocal tracks. Instead, I put rhythm guitars onto one song and leads onto four. I have three more songs ready for lead guitars. I wanted to pick those off too but my fingers were starting to hurt and I needed to take a break. If I can get back to them later then I will have run out of songs that are ready for guitar tracks as well as running out of songs ready for voice parts. Looks like it’s time to start writing some new riffs and some new lyrics. Outside of that, I have a big stack of songs ready to mix.
I’m feeling pretty good about the state of this year’s 50 songs in 90 days silliness.
I did some more car music today. I drove to a not-quite-as-empty-as-I-would-have-liked parking lot in town and sat in the car recording vocal tracks. I got through five songs. Every song in the 50 songs in 90 days pipeline that had lyrics but not vocals, now has vocals. Sweet.
Lily is not impressed with me at all.
Robin is so completely unimpressed that she barely acknowledges my existence.