Somehow we got the communication wrong with Rich (keys) today, but as it happened he needed to be somewhere else, and I had to rewrite a complicated bass part and play it in a different key on a baritone guitar, it took a few hours to shake off the old line of the original and come up with a reworked version – got there in the end. By the time I was done, Olivia arrived, and we spent the rest of the evening working on violin parts. This reminded me of the time I met David Jackson who played saxophone on the classic Van der Graaf Generator albums and I asked him what the title Pawn Hearts meant, he said it was a spoonerism, someone meant to say horn parts.
I went out this morning without my coat, conned by yesterday’s yellow ball of fire into thinking that today would also be warm and Texas was back – no, it was one degree above freezing when we left the studio tonight. We went to pick up Thai food, and I was running backwards and forwards to the car, at the studio running backwards and forwards to the fridge in the other building and carrying the soda in a bag, so I didn’t make myself even colder by having them in my hands, I held the Thai food close to my chest to warm my body.
We had such a great day in the studio today, building tracks with inventive parts, the studio is such a wonderful creative playground and I feel so lucky to be working with music and being involved in so many interesting projects, your head buried in ideas and journeying from silence to epic conclusion, it’s a nice way to spend the day. These days the pressure to succeed is an elite goal, for most of us, it’s the doing it that matters and the appreciation by that small handful of music lovers that join us on the quest.
Today I thought, as I don’t feel weird, I’ll write when I get in and catch up on blog days. It’s kinda hard to do seshes, spend 12 hours in the studio, do Duolingo and then write around 500 words. Haha, I’m not complaining, I have a theory that busy days keep my brain active, and it doesn’t have time to fade away as the years stack up. Sometimes my eyes are trying to force themselves closed, my eyelid doors, descending until eventually nature wins, and I’m gone.