the hooker's in the trunk
sorry Voda, this one's for you.
Drew and Cory and I went to this studio in Milford where Broduer works now to record some tracks for Drukkake and the Facials.
Having never done anything remotely like this, I was a bit nervous, and having had what appears to be a light case of food poisoning, I was certain that my windpipe was going to run away to mexico and marry Cher. Luckily, I suck anyways.
Cory and Drew were amazing, as always (just like in bed) but because of our complete lack of rehearsing it took nearly an hour to record each song. Sounds great, though.
So, several hours and $150 dollars later, we had what could prove to be one of the worst demos ever recorded (through no fault of the omnipotent sound engineers). My penis is smiling.
Still have to go back later next week (sans Drew, who will be in Philadelphia till who knows when) to finish up the vocals and re-do one of Cory's baselines (being in Voda for so long has made him anal-retentive, it appears), hopefully when my throat isn't swollen like I've been swallowing shards of asbestos insulation for days on end. Here's to that.
I have a new found appreciation for Doo-Wop.
Drew and Cory and I went to this studio in Milford where Broduer works now to record some tracks for Drukkake and the Facials.
Having never done anything remotely like this, I was a bit nervous, and having had what appears to be a light case of food poisoning, I was certain that my windpipe was going to run away to mexico and marry Cher. Luckily, I suck anyways.
Cory and Drew were amazing, as always (just like in bed) but because of our complete lack of rehearsing it took nearly an hour to record each song. Sounds great, though.
So, several hours and $150 dollars later, we had what could prove to be one of the worst demos ever recorded (through no fault of the omnipotent sound engineers). My penis is smiling.
Still have to go back later next week (sans Drew, who will be in Philadelphia till who knows when) to finish up the vocals and re-do one of Cory's baselines (being in Voda for so long has made him anal-retentive, it appears), hopefully when my throat isn't swollen like I've been swallowing shards of asbestos insulation for days on end. Here's to that.
I have a new found appreciation for Doo-Wop.