My album. My album is fucking recorded. It’s done it’s done it’s fucking finished. My soul project, my sole project. It needs to get mixed and mastered but man but man, it’s fucking recorded. 13 songs lots with my vocals. My fucking lyrics and vocal melodies my fucking ukulele riffs extreme. When it drops, when this fucking thing finally drops, all y’all can have it for free. (Donations accepted and appreciated!) Ha, it’s nuts man. I’m really glad my vocals worked out for the last song we recorded. I wanted to be on that track, I fucking wrote the whole damn thing. Even though a professional stranger probably *could*have sang it better than me, it’s mine and I’m selfish and it’s my soul kid and my voice. I’m excited about this album you guys. It’s a bright spot in what is otherwise a highly stressful and generally shitty time happening around me. I’m holding on to it to help myself move forward. Keep my breathing bits above the water. I don’t even know. We aren’t even 100% settled on our band name right now, so that’s something we need to deal with before this happens. Also need to get a copyright for the whole thing. It’s nuts. A project my brother and I worked on for like 3 years, drawing to a close. And if I do say so myself, the final product is pretty fucking rad.
I spent Friday and Saturday night at my parents’ house with my little brother, working on recording a couple songs for our album. Our parents were out of town, and they needed us to watch the dogs, so it worked out.
My boyfriend decided to stay home instead of joining us, which was actually kind of nice. It was the first time we spent a couple nights apart in over two years, and you know what they say about absence and hearts. Recording is difficult and time consuming and painful. We were hoping to get two songs done, but we just didn’t get there. We laid down the instrumentation for both songs, but that took SO LONG that we didn’t have time to work on vocals. I spent the majority of the weekend working the soundboard
while my brother played the same songs on ukulele over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again, until we got it 1,000% absolutely perfect, with perfect timing and no random sounds and no string buzzes and every single note clean and clear and sweet. At about 3 in the morning on the second day we got it done. We’ll have to make another trip to lay down vocals. It was a chaotic, messy, tedious process. Instead of talking about it in detail, I’m going to post a number of pictures that pretty much tell the story.
Hey there! SO! Lots of things have been happening in the past few days. Or… I dunno, maybe not that much stuff but it feels like a lot. I’ve had a few days off from writing and homework and it has been really nice, but at the same time I have felt somewhat aimless and weird about it. Well, no matter because that time is over. I just got assigned 4 new buying guides and they are all about weird topics and they are a different format from all the ones I’ve done previously, so it’s going to be interesting. I have a really weird job by the way, I dunno if I have ever talked about it in detail. I write buying guides for e-bay, but it’s the UK ebay. (ebay.co.uk) and my guides have to be all British style and it’s weird and time consuming but I get paid $40 a pop so I really can’t complain.
I also have other writing assignments due this week, so it’s going to be busy. Hanukkah is next Wednesday by the way, which is coming up really really soon suddenly. Despite telling my family lots of times to not spend money on me they are buying me a bass guitar I’m pretty sure. (since my brother has been asking me lots of questions about it in order to get something I would like that make it pretty obvious.) I’m kinda psyched because I really want one and I am going to teach myself to play it and it only has 4 strings and a ukulele only has 4 strings and I know the tuning is different but I’m very confident in my ability to teach myself. Our band could really use some bass guitar, so it will be good.
In other news…. A few days ago there was a fire in the parking structure of my apartment complex. It was crazy intense. My brother called me at like 5 in the morning and he was all: “shit’s on fire! you might have to evacuate!” and I said: “Oh shit. Okay.” and then I went back to sleep. The fire didn’t get anywhere near anyone’s apartment, but it did totally destroy 6 cars and a motorcycle, not to mention the parking structure itself. It also sorta melted the cars that were parked across the way from it. So… here are a few pictures I took of the carnage. (Get it? Get it? CAR-nage?! eh? eh? -elbow nudge-) No one we know was effected, but I still feel bad for the people who’s cars got destroyed.
Ooookay! My boyfriend is on the way home with pizza and salad and we are going to drink cheap liquor and eat it and it shall be glorious.