Week No. 8 in the studio and it is beginning to take its toll. Poor Jamie legged it home last night after I turned into a spoilt 10 year old and demanded that everything be done faster as we were running out of time. I’m beginning to realise how much I let everyone else deal with all the practicalities of everything when I was in the Delgados. Now it’s up to me and I’m a blubbering wreck.
Not the easiest week so far but making good progress nonetheless.
Working on a song at the moment that’s coming out all Motown-ish so I did some backing vocals today that I thought were pretty good and Paul, who’s now moved over from drumming duties to engineering since Victor left, told me he thought they sounded like a pigeon. Genius. Animal impersonations and everything. I tell you, this record is going to have it all.
