Day 1 and 4 songs down. Yay!
After one claritin, sudafed, a whole lotta' throat coat, breath easy and ginger tea - entertainer's secret spray and just a ton of water, my voice is resembling something
close to what it should be. *whew*
The stress of the London Terminal 5 Heathrow threw my body into a cold that came
on so fast that even I questioned it could come from that.
But after talking with my vocal doctor I can confirm being over-stressed and over-heated for hours can often throw your body into a sort of fever, i.e bringing on any
bug that may have been lurking.
My producer Mark and his awesome assistant Jed were nothing short of amazing
and everything I could have imagined it to be working easily and painlessly.
You see, recording for me is like, well - pulling teeth.
And being that mom is going under the knife tomorrow, it's no small comparison and do not use it lightly.
But really, some artists thrive in the studio. I am not one of them.
Although, after today, I maybe have to re-think everything I ever thought about being in the studio. It's hard work yes, that is undebatable. But wow, with the right combination, you can work your 8 hour day laughing and smiling.
I took only a few photo's at the end of the day.
It took awhile to get into the groove ... for me anyway ... but I promise more
photo's and videos coming soon!
I heard on the news last night it's tornado weather. Oh joy.
Remember that year we (as in America) had a record 400+ in one week? I think it was 2003 maybe?
Anyway, that was the year I lived in Nashville and was touring my way to California. I was stuck in 3 that week. One in Tennessee, one in Arkansas and one on the Texas panhandle. There are of course others, like living in Texas and even one major one before I lived here and was only touring through in 2001. And...geez, I hardly remember anymore.
All I know is, I don't like them.
Mark and I were talking about earthquakes today and I realized, having grown up in them in California, they never scared me one lick. Seriously.
But tornadoes... please, anything but those.
So I am singing off at 21:05. I'm going to have a late dinner of the biggest spinach salad you have seen and then dream away the tornadoes.
If a girl can dream post it notes have legs and are chasing her off a cliff, surely she can dream away a tornado?
You think?
