Who knew being metalz would be so difficult?
Mrs. NFB comes to me last night saying she passed around Josie Be Good to the family and her sister really liked it. Apparently she called up all excited talking about how awesome my voice is. This is not the first time her sister has ranted complimentary about me.
Which is somewhat scary. Especially when it's in person.
Not that I'm uncomfortable with compliments. Just the whole wife's sister thing is a little...weird. Especially since everybody keeps pointing out how similar SIL and I are in about every damn way. Even Mrs. NFB has told me in the past she wonders if I didn't end up with the wrong sister.
My reaction is the only reaction any man could have to such a statement. Fetal position and silence. It's safest that way.
No. Just no. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
OK, I feel better.
Anyway. . . .
Are One is probably one, two nights away from being finalized. Got the vocals all recorded. May have to redo a couple lines here or there. Have to fix up the vocal mix. Have to finish my lead. Final mix-down. Mastering. DUN. I've never lived and breathed a song this much in the process of working on it before. I'm probably never gonna want to listen to it again once it's finished.
March... is finished already except for (look below) and just waiting for a release, which will happen once I get the proper venue for it.
Oh, previously not mentioned, my MIDI keyboard will be arriving tonight to finish teh r0XX0rz. This is the final element of "my band." I'll use it mostly to add subtle textures and noises in proper performed time easier than programming in every little ping and clank and pow I want in there. And the occasional actual bit of pianolike crap.
Have two more preliminary song sketches floating around that I'm working on, plus all my old intros I'm reviewing to see if there's any promise there. Should be starting a new song before the weekend.
It's all coming together.
And, the story has some ideas spinning in my head too. So I need to spend an evening sketching those ideas into a workable outline before they flee. Maybe take an hour tonight for that.
So much to do.
Also, work. Because Zippy's not doing any.
And sleep. I should probably do that at some point too. Maybe when I'm dead?
|< Woof, woof | Good Gordie Howe, I'm Sore All Over. >|