A couple new pics added last night.
I sold some old cd's today. Now I have enough money to support my nicotine habit and maybe go out for a drink tonight. I'll get half-cocked and finish writing a song for the sweet Ms. Tarragon. She makes a lot of people on this site feel welcome and is stunningly beautiful inside and out. I cannot think of anyone more deserving to have a song written for them.
I am currently listening to Jamiroquai. I have an obscene fondness for dance music. I do not dance, but I've always loved the energy behind it. Good ass-shaking music always reminds me of bright city lights at night and lowered inhabitions. Sweet Jesus!
Recording studio memory of the week:
I was on a session assistant engineering vocals for a Rod Stewart album. Rod comes in, impeccibly dressed in a ver expensive tuxedo. A very impressive and important looking man. We do a few vocal takes, I look out into the studio, and see Rod picking his nose and wiping it on the microphone. Ok, gross, but not too bad. He takes a break. I go into the live room to fix a fallen blanket on the vocal booth, and notice that his in-ear-monitors have about a half inch of solidified ear wax on the ends. That's just fucking nasty!
We do a few more takes and decide to call it a night. Rod comes over to me, shakes my hand, turns around, places his ass on my leg, farts on me and runs away giggling. Lessoned learned: Do not make assumptions based on appearances. Those assumptions might just come back and fart on your leg.
I sold some old cd's today. Now I have enough money to support my nicotine habit and maybe go out for a drink tonight. I'll get half-cocked and finish writing a song for the sweet Ms. Tarragon. She makes a lot of people on this site feel welcome and is stunningly beautiful inside and out. I cannot think of anyone more deserving to have a song written for them.
I am currently listening to Jamiroquai. I have an obscene fondness for dance music. I do not dance, but I've always loved the energy behind it. Good ass-shaking music always reminds me of bright city lights at night and lowered inhabitions. Sweet Jesus!
Recording studio memory of the week:
I was on a session assistant engineering vocals for a Rod Stewart album. Rod comes in, impeccibly dressed in a ver expensive tuxedo. A very impressive and important looking man. We do a few vocal takes, I look out into the studio, and see Rod picking his nose and wiping it on the microphone. Ok, gross, but not too bad. He takes a break. I go into the live room to fix a fallen blanket on the vocal booth, and notice that his in-ear-monitors have about a half inch of solidified ear wax on the ends. That's just fucking nasty!
We do a few more takes and decide to call it a night. Rod comes over to me, shakes my hand, turns around, places his ass on my leg, farts on me and runs away giggling. Lessoned learned: Do not make assumptions based on appearances. Those assumptions might just come back and fart on your leg.