Thursday, July 21, 2005

rock star.

so i felt bad just now because only moments before this sort of slightly dapper gentlemen came into my work i cut my finger and was bleeding...i was putting pressure on the wound and had difficulty shaking hands with him. i wanted to shake hands better because he was dapper and looked good in a dress shirt. too bad it was awkward.

ok, so that isn't what i really wanted to talk about, i wanted to talk about how fucking pumped slash nervous slash petrified i am about this coming weekend.

this weekend the uber-fantastic jeff is going into the studio to record a full length album and i am going to go into the studio too and record some backup vocals on the gorgeous song "new". EEPS! i am so scared...what if i fuck up? thank god jeff's so nice otherwise i'd puke... sooo nervous!

but it's cool though because i have a) never been to a recording studio and b) have always wanted to be part of the record making process in some capacity. and yeah, i'll admit that i have rockstar dreams...what girl who's loved music the way i have for so long doesn't? when i was 14 i wanted to be courtney love!

but it's simpler than that really...i only have three simple rockstar dreams
1) i want to be thanked in liner notes
2) i want to walk into a venue and say either, 'i'm on the list' or 'i'm with the band'
and
3) i want to go on tour with a band and be the merchbitch! how fun would that be?


but anyhow, i am psyched to give this shit a shot. i've been working on the singing like crazy and i hope it will be good. maybe i should just drink tea and go on vocal rest...or, maybe i'll just get drunk and have sex this weekend and that'll serve to relax me slightly!

also kids, this weekend is motherfucking TORTOISE weekend! i can hardly sleep i am so excited. i'd like to give the promoter the blowjob of his life for bringing this show to town!!

anyhow, it's only thursday but have a good almost weekend and if you haven't been yet go see 'charlie and the chocolate factory' because it will make you believe in magic again.

(and johnny depp (even with the crazy teeth and hair) is still chalk full of vagina exploding potential)

xo m.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Don't be nervous. Just go into the booth, shut your eyes, and pretend you're in your car.

Except outside the car, everyone is judging your singing. Hahaha. Just kidding, we're all nice and you don't suck like me.

I worked with Matthieu on cello yesterday - so stoked. It's gonna sound rad.