Vox

It's been a satisfying if occasionally trying day in the studio. I was moving along at a decent clip until I ran into a song that's relatively quiet. And you know what that means, sportsfans: your humble blogger's voice is naked, exposed and painful to his own ears.

A minor disagreement arose over how long I should hold the word "I'm" in the song, with Mike suggesting that I cut it to a reasonable length while I insisted I'd never be able to sing the word in key if I didn't draw it out for twenty or thirty minutes.

Finally I admitted that my primary concern was just getting through the song without destroying it, at which point I was informed that aside from that one word, I'd already pretty much nailed it by the third take. "Nonsense!" I shouted (not really), and demanded proof.

Ergo, at the moment Mike is doing a rough vocal comp so I thought I'd take this opportunity to check in. Not much more to say. I'm on number five out of fourteen and I'm hoping to get three more done tonight, which is probably a bit ambitious but who knows.

I'll check in again tomorrow but in the meantime enjoy these pics.

My nemesis.

The Boss

My first self-portrait.