Good day, ALL. I hope everyone is well and staying as safe as is possible out there. It's burnin'... just take a look outside your window. What the actual fuck? Seems to be my question of choice lately.
So, the work on Which Way to the Starlite continues. It's going very, very slowly, but it's moving forward. The lesson learned this time around? Be fucking prepared. Period. Oh, and don't move into a newly-built house thinking you're going to get any serious work done.
During the lyric writing phase, which was roughly one month of writing, rewriting, and editing, I failed to one important thing: sing the lyric with the music. I'm not joking. As I wrote each song, I'd hum along a melody that seemed fitting and think, "God damn!!! I've got it!!!"
Wrong.
The foray into the studio with Engineer Steve Forney to record vocals proved disastrous for me. It was time to rethink my approach and unfortunately or fortunately, I am now recording vocals in the home studio. It's not what I'd planned. It's not really what I wanted to do, but it's proving to be a good thing for the new music.
If you're head ain't in it, ditch it. It's that simple and quite frankly my head wasn't in it.
No excuses, but as all of you have experienced: life is well, life. It's been a blur, the past two years and it hasn't let up. It's been a little difficult to focus on the melodies of these new songs and I'm aware of it - now. So, I bought the necessary equipment and have been hammering out hour after hour of trying to "find it" with the melodies of each song. I'm almost there and with any luck I will be able to record these vocal tracks and Steve will mix his magic into them (and by that I mean make them fit with the great music!).
There have also been a few personal hiccups along the way as well. A few personal things that have needed my attention, fully, and because of this, I'm struggling to find the time to work on my work. It sucks, but it's OK. We're all just feeling around for a better day, no?
Hang in there with me, folks. It'll be worth the fourteen year wait.