Yesterday I started recording in the morning, and somehow missed the time I was supposed to go swimming. I was on my way, it was cold and grey, and despite knowing that the pool would be nice and empty because other people would be put off by the weather too, I turned back and resumed what I was doing.
One of the guitar parts was so bloody difficult it was causing me loads of stress; I still haven't got it right, but that's because it's a new way of playing and my fingers are annoyed with me for introducing something they're unfamiliar with.
For most of the rest of the day, I felt terrible because I hadn't done the weekly swim, but at the mid-afternoon point the recording energy was exhausted, and I listened back to what I'd done.
Instead of a waste of time, the day had been surprisingly productive. When you have to drive yourself, it's difficult to pitch the pressure at the correct level. The deep concentration worked, and despite the clumsy playing and some 'off' lyrics, there is plenty to work with.
I feel that this particular set of songs has been inside me for years. Most things that I write have an element of introspection in them, even the songs that seem casual, but these songs say things that have been buried for a very long time, and make sense of a lot of other parts of my life. I'm in them, but also watching them from a vantage point.
Next, lots of guitar part practising to get the feels right- and lots of walking and thinking to get the words right. In the end the day turned out to be the opposite of what I'd felt it was.
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