I had been dreading this for quite some time. Yesterday I went round with a little piece of paper with times on it, and got people to tell me when they could get in to do some singing, as I had 12 hours of studio time booked. It was foolish to believe I could do it all in one day, but I was a man with on a quest, and I vowed to do my best!
And so, the day began quite badly, as someone else really needed the studio so I cancelled my first 3 hours of recording because I’m lovely. After that everything fell into place beautifully, short of a couple of people not turning up. I was pleasantly surprised at the tunefulness of some people, and pleasantly amused at the tunelessness of others. It was a good day.
And heres how it looks now...
(I suddenly realised the other day that it looks rather like it’s sponsored by Newcastle, hmm?)So, my first order of business, after removing the strings is to take away all the tape, and try and get off the sticky marks left on the fretboard, as in a vain attempt to learn the notes on the guitar, I used tape to colour all the sharps/flats black. It didn’t work, because after about a week of playing the black rubbed off and left them as what I imagine is the colour of disappointment.
So here goes! Peace out my prog flavoured amigos!



I also ended up wasting several hours of poor old Dean’s time as well as he watched me potter around the studio ranting about how the preamp was called Dave and was not cooperating. I imagine it was a fairly boring time for him, although it would seem he didn’t mind informing twitter of my massive studio fail:













See you soon! xxx
As you may have seen I finished the piano part and last week I bounced that all to audio, which means that that’s done and dusted and I don’t have to touch that now until the mixy-mixing stage.



Woo! More crossing out. I really should have instituted some kind of gold stars system.