Over the last 3-4 years I have become a weird sort of creature of routine. I have an agenda set for early each morning and any time I stray from or vary that agenda it makes my teeth ache and it sets me on edge for the whole day.
Yesterday (day 18) I nuked the whole damn thing in the name of the RPM Challenge (and I did the same thing today, day 19). Instead of drinking a water bottle->taking my morning vitamins->doing my daily exercise->eating breakfast I drank a water bottle->took my morning vitamins->recorded rhythm guitars until my fingers hurt too much to play anymore.
I had five songs ready for rhythm guitars… the last five songs for the month… unless I do something stupid like add more, which if I do I will punch myself square in the nose for being such an idiot… and I tracked ’em. As of about 8:00am yesterday, all of the rhythm guitar parts for this year’s album were complete. The ready-for-rhythm-guitars bucket on my trello board is empty.
Of course that doesn’t help me at all if I can’t get lyrics and melodies written and vocals recorded and lead guitars recorded before we leave for our epic road trip on Sunday. There were eight songs in the ready-for-lyrics bucket on said trello board at that time. After work I managed to get through two of those eight songs. They are now in the ready-for-vocals bucket. Hopefully they will be joined by a few more songs tonight and then I will do a car music tomorrow to track some vocals. Then, hopefully, I will write lyrics for the remaining songs after that and then do another, final, car music vocal tracking session on Saturday morning. Then I will hopefully crank out lead guitars for all of them before going to bed on Saturday and oh my shit have I dug a deep hole for myself this year.