Oops! Sorry!
I neglect this thing so terribly. Forgive me.
The album is going--well, it's going. I'm proud of the music I've written, but I am a terrible producer, I have discovered. Of course, it doesn't help when you've got potential co-producers breathing down your neck going: "No! do it this way!". Argh. But, I kid. They are immensely helpful, and they've made what I have recorded so far sound like I really know what I'm doing. It's amazing, really.
And Shane seems to be happy puttering around in the studio. He too, has co-produced one of my songs, and I swear his little personal touches on it made it sound like it was a completely different song. There's something so unique about it, and so--perfect. He won't tell me what he did to it, but I really love it.
Shane and I have decided we want to go somewhere really cold for a couple of weeks or so. I want to be able to bundle up in fuzzy, warm sweaters, with scarves covering our faces and big, thick gloves. I want to be able to sit in front of a roaring fire with a mug of hot cider and my gorgeous husband and be content.
So many plans, so little time to make them. I'd better get on that.
I also need to call my brother up. Hmm.
The album is going--well, it's going. I'm proud of the music I've written, but I am a terrible producer, I have discovered. Of course, it doesn't help when you've got potential co-producers breathing down your neck going: "No! do it this way!". Argh. But, I kid. They are immensely helpful, and they've made what I have recorded so far sound like I really know what I'm doing. It's amazing, really.
And Shane seems to be happy puttering around in the studio. He too, has co-produced one of my songs, and I swear his little personal touches on it made it sound like it was a completely different song. There's something so unique about it, and so--perfect. He won't tell me what he did to it, but I really love it.
Shane and I have decided we want to go somewhere really cold for a couple of weeks or so. I want to be able to bundle up in fuzzy, warm sweaters, with scarves covering our faces and big, thick gloves. I want to be able to sit in front of a roaring fire with a mug of hot cider and my gorgeous husband and be content.
So many plans, so little time to make them. I'd better get on that.
I also need to call my brother up. Hmm.