Well, i’ve taken my first cold shower of the Blogathon, but not because i was tired: i was soaked to the skin from playing guitar and doing various performance aerobics in my fourth floor attic bedroom and when i went to take a shower someone downstairs flushed the toilet or something. So, cold and wet, and definitely very awake.
Gina just left, and while she was here we basically recorded an entire EP of her, which includes the absolutely stunning Say It Ain’t So – the first time she’s ever sang the song with me. Also, note Lindsay’s first ever recorded guitar performance on the picked open-chord acoustic. I’ll be peppering the rest of the night with some Gina tunes, especially an amazing one she did with Dante (yes, another musician) accompanying her on the talking drum. And then all the gals sans Kate came up here to record a little surprise, and so now i’m left with twenty minutes to decide what (that i haven’t recorded already) i would like Dante to lend some of his multi-instrumental talents to. And then i think Jack still wants to record some Bowie. And then i have to do requests.
So, for those of you keeping score, YES, i am actually recording almost all twenty four songs in a single twenty four hour period. Beat that.
lindsay
Blogathon: 13/24 – Say It Ain’t So
Blogathon: 11/24 – Noncommittal
It’s a little overwhelming to have so many of your favorite people in the same house all at once, if only because you can’t pay attention to them all as well as blog. A sour look from Elise when i got downstairs to apologize to Gina from ousting everyone from my room as Lindsay popped in and out of the kitchen. I tried to find Kate to see how she’s doing, but apparently she ran off to feed someone’s fish.
I know, there are a lot of pets to keep track of. For the record, this is a full list of the pet-content of all the houses any of us will be in today: two ferrets, three hamsters, a chinchilla, one ten gallon tank of fish, one medium sized ball python, the largish tank of fish that Kate was feeding and… um… that could be it. Lots o’ Pets.
Everything has taken on its own sheen in my room as the fan sucks in cool moist are from the outside. Elise is sitting on my bed trying to tune her clarinet, Jack and Karen are somewhere else in the house observing the ‘thon action from a safe distance, and Lindsay and Kate left to pick up groceries for the dinner i’ll be mooching off of later.
All this activity is so strange compared to last year when Gina would stop by my apartment every so often with a guitar or butterscotch cookies. This year i have an entire handful of people who want to contribute to my songs, and i have roommate and friends who donated to my charity, and i have a state of the art 8-track mixer so that i’m not singing into the miserable little speaker in the front of my moniter. It’s still a little lonely, though, even with my obsessive checking of statistics and having surfed halfway around the ring already.
Well, at least i found two new linkers: Speechless and Lynne @ Ursie, who specifically complimented Lindsay on her harmonies. Go L-dawg!
It seems that the delerium has set in…