November 13th, 2011 – (not) Lazy Sunday

It's not quite what I'm after, but it's bloody good.

These weekends clearly aren’t long enough, and they’re not affording me any kind of lie in. This seems a shame. I was talking the other day about what I once perceived to be the ultimate middle class lazy Sunday, which consisted of something like getting up late, popping over the shop with bed hair and joggers on, picking up a couple of Sunday papers and some¬†croissants, popping them in the oven whilst grinding coffee beans and making a fresh cafetiere of coffee, after which one indulges in said croissants and coffee whilst wasting most of the day with heads in the paper. Of course all this is done in close contact with ones loved one and in an overly well heated home, on very comfy sofas. The day concludes with either a long autumn walk, followed by a visit to the pub, or a home made roast dinner, or some combination of the two.

I’ve done it, loads of times. The coffee gets cold too quick, as do the croissants, but on the whole it’s a wonderful experience which I love dearly. I’m not doing that today. I got up too early and drove Mrs. F into town where she shall work for half of the day. I shall spend the morning pondering the logistics of my now-not-so-good-as-it-used-to-be recording studio and how I can get two vocals comfortably into my system whilst keeping both singers happy. I shall then tidy up a bit, spend all of the afternoon recording and most of the evening mixing, whilst constantly worrying that what I’ve written is rubbish and what I’ve arranged is lazy.

This isn’t quite how I’d like things, but I suppose if anything it gives me the pennies to try and find time to do it soon. Well, it’ll be after Christmas to be honest, but that’s just the way it goes. My ‘job’ doesn’t quite afford me the luxury of not taking on any other work and indeed I’d probably take something like this on even if it did, but either way I’m home alone anyway today so it doesn’t quite add up.

Never mind, I do have sausage baps (no sniggering) and freshly ground coffee so things must be OK.

The recording I’m doing today is another step along the line of making me feel less anxious. The job is nearly over, but I’ve still got a ton of work to do. Yesterday I worked hard and got masses of writing finished, but there’s still all the logistics of printing music, bouncing down click tracks and generally making things ready for the start of rehearsals a week tomorrow, but of course that’ll just be the start of it, as things will change and I’ll really have to start working efficiently and balancing fixing their every whim, and just saying no to stupid ideas. Of course the main anxiety is whether they’ll like what I’ve done. It’s only panto music, of course, but ‘only panto’ is one of my least favourite phrases in the world, it’s theatre which will be seen by tens of thousands of people, so I better get it right. What if they don’t like it? Then what do I do?

These are the things which keep me up at night, and keep the tension in my shoulders, but it’ll be over soon enough. Today is a big step along that journey, so I hope the vocal parts are right and the singers are in good voice. The rest of the singing doesn’t happen until this time next week, which is the day before rehearsals start.

Nothing like leaving it till the last minute!

In other news, ¬†yesterday’s talk of clicking links was very interesting, in that some of the links got almost no clicks, and some of them got none. Even whilst preaching to the converted nobody could be persuaded to read anything else. Oh well, frankly, I’m just glad you’re still reading this, sod everyone else! Hey, why not subscribe using the box on the right hand side of this page, and then you’ll get email from me every day. Yay!

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