Fucking me. Fucking you.

It’s rather depressing when you’d rather be scrubbing the bathroom than mixing your tunes. I mean, I’ve done some pretty mean procrastination, but this is just obscured. On the plus side, my bathroom is now shiningly clean, so there’s something to be said for it, at least. One the downside, there is a good three tracks that have some severe mixing to be done, two tracks that still need vocal re-performances and a further 7 that need finishing touches… ohhh, and I’m supposed to be sending this off to be mastered on the 22nd. Not feeling optimistic.

Yeah, I could give myself a bit longer to do them mixes, but I don’t see that inspiring me to work any harder when I also have a full research document, an essay, cover art / photography and a DVD presentation to be done in the final two week… not to mention if any of the tracks come back awful, I have time to rectify them before the September 7th deadline. And with a full time job too? I don’t know how I’ll manage without cancelling sleep.

Last night Judith came over to record “lady vocals” for me – adding a nice little touch on a couple of songs, including It Felt Like Forever. Judith has a very soft-spoken voice that emits innocence to all those who hear it. So getting her to singing in her most breathy, husky voice “’Cause I was too damn busy fucking you” was not her forte. So you’ll have to wait and hear what I got her to do next… Hopefully she’s still speaking to me.

Tonight I will get these vocals mixed and have them out of the way, tomorrow I am meeting with Peter Beicht again for some photographs don’t his style and the weekend I will sit and cry as I try to squeeze blood out of a stone.

Sit tight.