Wow, guys. Recording was exhausting. I meant to blog, really. But I was so busy singing in the room where Johnny Cash recorded his last albums, I just couldn’t handle it all.
[Yes, that's right. Read it again. I'm still slapping myself to see if I wake up.]
The album is sounding excellent; our engineer Sean Sullivan is amazing; I’ve never been prouder in my life of anyone close to me. I’m glad it’s done, but I can’t wait until we can actually release it.
And I meant to have photos and videos for you that documented the process. Seeing as how I’ve been super-diligent about my money and my savings and my Roth IRA, I bought a super-nice digital camera before I left, to replace the one I broke last fall. And then upon arriving in Nashville, I realized I’d left the battery at home. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
But! Silver lining, guys! I can take pictures now! And show you what my life looks like! Check it out!
The sparkly heads just keep multiplying. I don’t know what’s going on.
In progress.
Teacup of sequins. For breakfast, lunch, and midnight snacks. [Background: a pound of dressmaker's pins, my BlackBerry, and a cup of coffee.]
My most faithful friend.
Lunchtime in the office. Reading Hunter S. Thompson in my cube makes me feel subversive, man.
This is how Chris looks normally. Also, I think those are my sunglasses.
I hope to have more photo goodness coming your way. How’s your week going?
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