Apparently it excites them. They'll stand there looking up at me, yowling along with me. *SHRUG*
So now we have TWO kitties that get to spend quality time in the bathroom while I record vocals.
The song will be "released" and shoved out of the nest on Wednesday. This I vow. Only one weak vocal line that needs cleaned up, which was my own fault for
being a pussy not being at my best when I recorded it. Outside of that? It's finished.
I even tossed in a guitar solo that I think may make Breaker's fingers twitch. It makes my fingers twitch anyway. Which may be because it took seventy-five takes on the first part of it to get right. When I finally nailed it it was three in the morning and I got so excited I spiked my pick and gave the computer both middle fingers in the air while screaming, "FUCK YEAH!"
Shockingly, the second part, which I considered a million times more difficult when hearing it in my head the first time, came out in three takes. Who knows how that works?
Sunday, my fingers felt like they were on fire. I haven't had sore guitar fingers like that since I was in my early twenties and spent night after night just playing my face off.
And I really want to do a whole album of this shit?
I'll be taking a mini-vacation for a couple days once I'm completely satisfied with this. I need sleep and to spend a little time just enjoying listening to music again without constantly analyzing "oh, fucked up that, whoah, need to tweak that, hey! why's that there?"
So, Wednesday. "'Til all are done."
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