In which there’s a brief overview.
Saturday morning I slept in. Then Gramma took me grocery shopping, and I spent $50 on things like bulgar and red lentils and canned chickpeas.
When we got home, I cleaned out the jeep. I put the few things I’d left in it into the basement, and filled a large bag with garbage. I left its key with Gramma because a kid was coming over to buy it at five. The jeep is dead, long live the jeep!
(Now I really don’t have a car, but at least it’s out of the damn driveway.)
At a quarter to three C came and picked me up, and we went to RB’s and recorded a demo. You can listen to ’em if you want – they’re fucking awesome and once RB put compression on me I liked the mic a lot better. (The linked MP3s are roughs, which means the engineering and production isn’t finished. I think one of the solos is going to be re-done, too. I’ll post the finals when they’re ready. Your job is to listen and tell me how awesome I sound, k? K.)
I had a totally transcendent moment when all four of the guys were singing back up on Get Ready. I’ve always, always ALWAYS wanted my own male backup singers! Oh teh happinez!
After recording for about five hours, C and I hit the store and then went over to his house, where we delivered feminine hygiene products and cheap wine to Syl. She was bleeding and watching a Star Trek marathon and cute as hell. (Her periods suck as much as mine used to, poor creature.) Eventually Syl kicked us out so she could get back to James and Spock, and C and I went to The Oasis over at Stateline to see a band play. We made the singer and drummer listen to our demo; the singer looked at me like I was holy and told me I was amazing. C dropped me off at home at two and I listened to the demo tracks a few times and then went to sleep.
Today I did laundry, helped Gramma pack up some of the Santas, and cooked dinner. (Tofu, couscous, and spinach.) Then I went to my room and watched I Am Legend on my laptop. (A guy from work gave me a bootleg; it looks like an Oscar copy.) (I used to date a guy whose grandfather got to vote, and we watched several “For your consideration…” copies of movies.) It was a good monster flick but Will is far too skinny.
So, that’s it. I’m a rock star! A tired rock star. It’s bedtime. G’night, my babies.
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I would throw my boxers up on stage at you…you’re great!!!
Aww! Why thank you! -m
You have family history at the Oasis @ Stateline. Your gramma and grandpa Morgan use to work there. Mom cooked & bartended and dad did what he did (help out, bartend?). They were there for years. Mom’s ‘beer batter’ cod was a favorite. They kind of ran the place 3-4 times a week. Next time you’re in there check the walls behind the bar for pictures.
Okay, I will! -m
Oh, and you sound awesome!!
Whoo-hoo! -m
Also, you sound allot like your gramma Morgan (timber, range, quality). She was a professional in a band when she was a girl (teenager) and then while in both Kennewick & Walla Walla she sang in the Sweet Adelines so I’d hear her practicing all the time at our baby Grand piano. Didn’t see her in many performances because I’d be off doing something a teenager wanted to do. Did see a couple though.
Anyway, cool.
You are a rock star! I can’t wait ’til you’re rich and famous and I can be in your entourage! smoochez
OMG I ALREADY HAVE A TOKEN GAY ENTOURAGE MEMBER! WHOO HOO!!! 😉 -m
every famous woman singer needs a lesbian to worship her. that’s me! you are totally holy!! you should be adored and have your footsteps enshrined for posterity.
Yay!
on minor critique… “that you” sounds like “tha-chew” it’s a particular thing i notice. if you slightly change the enunciation it’ll sound clearer and better. the chew part softens the sound away from the clarity of your voice and makes it muzzy. make sense?
Yeah, my diction sucks. 😉
i got your card today!!!! it totally rocks. thank you!
Yay! -m
You sound fantastic and the whole band sounds tight. Niiiice. You’ll be gigging regularly with these demos. Rock on, Mush.
Yay! *smooch* -m
Easy peasy. You sound awesome. No lie. I want more!
You’ll get more! As soon as we record it! -m