Time
It's time. Wow...it's flying by me...if I could just hold back the wheels a little...
I've started collaborating and recording with Bethany...it's going well, though mostly on the strength of her composition. I'm just coasting as an arranger. I should be doing my homework by listening to Foster et al, but...well, I just haven't. And that's what bothers me so much. Here, so much opportunity is placed before me, and I seem to waste so much of it. I need to be much more on top of things. I need to be a machine.
We're going to Nashville so I can introduce her to some industry VIPs. This is a pretty big deal, and she and I need to be preparing better. But she will pull through. We have time. Albeit barely. In a way it's that cliched movie about the young talent and her Jedi master. I actually told someone on the phone today, "She's got IT." What the hell happened to me? I meant it.
Meanwhile, the Big Project lumbers along. I'm still waiting to hear back from the US Congressman who invited me to join me on his plane for the day...who just happens to be good friends with Sir Paul McCartney. And whose scheduler has been somehow not scheduling me, despite the invite. That, I and I'm trying to set up a meeting between Roger, myself, and the King of Country. The King is a big fan, but his schedule is crazy...I don't know if we can do it.
I need an assistant. I'd settle for an army of elves. Or possible gnomes or eskimos.
We spent 4 hours in the studio, last night, on my album...4 hours to complete one bloody harmony in a song with 12 such harmony parts. And it's a B-song that I'm trying to make into an A-song through sheer force of harmony, production, and bringing in someone to edge it up.
Where is the time or space? I've got roughly 6 weeks before I leave for Scotland. Ironically enough, last night one of the songs we nixed for the album was called "Time" due to insufficiency thereof. (No overwhelming fork-to-knife ratio here, you showboating Canadian.)
And I just remembered, tonight, that I'm late on the drums for the new...it's late for aliases. Anyway, I landed the job of playing drums on the new solo album of another one of my musical heroes. (No, not Roger or related to him.) And, as luck would have it, I also landed the jobs of mixing engineer and producer. I've got time for that, right? In exchange, he's producing my album, and helping me with songwriting. Which is cool - he's one of the two masters (in my book) of the music we're doing. It's an honor, a privilege, and an unbelievable burden.
The clock is ticking. It's so loud I can't sleep. Perhaps a talking box of french fries can help sooth the pain. Yep. Aqua Teen is on. It's time.
I've started collaborating and recording with Bethany...it's going well, though mostly on the strength of her composition. I'm just coasting as an arranger. I should be doing my homework by listening to Foster et al, but...well, I just haven't. And that's what bothers me so much. Here, so much opportunity is placed before me, and I seem to waste so much of it. I need to be much more on top of things. I need to be a machine.
We're going to Nashville so I can introduce her to some industry VIPs. This is a pretty big deal, and she and I need to be preparing better. But she will pull through. We have time. Albeit barely. In a way it's that cliched movie about the young talent and her Jedi master. I actually told someone on the phone today, "She's got IT." What the hell happened to me? I meant it.
Meanwhile, the Big Project lumbers along. I'm still waiting to hear back from the US Congressman who invited me to join me on his plane for the day...who just happens to be good friends with Sir Paul McCartney. And whose scheduler has been somehow not scheduling me, despite the invite. That, I and I'm trying to set up a meeting between Roger, myself, and the King of Country. The King is a big fan, but his schedule is crazy...I don't know if we can do it.
I need an assistant. I'd settle for an army of elves. Or possible gnomes or eskimos.
We spent 4 hours in the studio, last night, on my album...4 hours to complete one bloody harmony in a song with 12 such harmony parts. And it's a B-song that I'm trying to make into an A-song through sheer force of harmony, production, and bringing in someone to edge it up.
Where is the time or space? I've got roughly 6 weeks before I leave for Scotland. Ironically enough, last night one of the songs we nixed for the album was called "Time" due to insufficiency thereof. (No overwhelming fork-to-knife ratio here, you showboating Canadian.)
And I just remembered, tonight, that I'm late on the drums for the new...it's late for aliases. Anyway, I landed the job of playing drums on the new solo album of another one of my musical heroes. (No, not Roger or related to him.) And, as luck would have it, I also landed the jobs of mixing engineer and producer. I've got time for that, right? In exchange, he's producing my album, and helping me with songwriting. Which is cool - he's one of the two masters (in my book) of the music we're doing. It's an honor, a privilege, and an unbelievable burden.
The clock is ticking. It's so loud I can't sleep. Perhaps a talking box of french fries can help sooth the pain. Yep. Aqua Teen is on. It's time.