I can breathe!
Howdy peeps. Hope all is well wit 'cha back in the smoke, (I'm on a weekend in the Lake District) and of course all the other places you sexy buns hail from.... Americans currently being number one on my list of friendlies.... (Thanks for all the interest from Blank TV peeps....) Who knows - I could well bolt one of these days, in fact with very little persuasion given the current state of our country's music scene....
Yes, mouldy horse faced junkie girl AW has a really very special, wonderful, unique voice - but no - please don't fill the airwaves with cheap impersonators of her because you know she sells and is usually too mashed up to perform - and NO, NO, NO, I certainly don't want to emulate her look..........come on ladies - you can do better than that! Ah, note to self *don't start....
It's wicked up here you know. Well pretty. Real, beautiful English countryside. And the air, the air is so clean! My shitty nose problem has well calmed down in just two days of being in fresh air, which is wicked timing as I am straight in the studio when I get back.
What else. Hmmmm, Adie and Robbie went on a mash up this week and were us girls invited? NOPE - sort it out boys, I'm dying for a drink! Taylor is probably still recovering from her four day birthday bender which I missed ALL of due to illness - trust me - I HAVE to be ill to miss a party.... Anyway, finally my health seems back on track now, and I'm ready to crack on. Got loads to look forward to this month.
I always get strangely sort of scared before I go in the studio. A little like I used to before I gigged. (That's gone now - I Love the adrenalin of singing live), but, I get this strange, kind of worried sickly but very exciting feeling right in the middle of my belly that my songs won't be good enough and I'll walk in and play the idea and it will sound like crap and the engineer will laugh me out of the studio, or that my timing will go and I won't be able to play the guitar any more, or.... my voice won't come out properly or I'll forget how to express what I wrote and such like stupid crap.... It's a weird feeling and I kind of hate it but I'm addicted to it at the same time. None of the crap you imagine ever actually happens when you get there, (TOUCH WOOD!!) and you get in there and calm down and have a right old blast and the process of being creative and expressing yourself sort of spurs you on and it's a wonderful, stress relieving, enlightening experience. Maybe it's just because I'm a perfectionist, but I don't do myself any favours by never wanting to prepare. I really like to wing it. I mean, I do write the songs and have the melodies and main instrument parts in my head, lyric book by my bed with ideas in and that, but I like to slap things down in one go on the record. And then I'm really hard on myself. Maybe it's just a sort of paranoia because of insecurities or something. Or maybe it's just plain old adrenalin and it's normal. Maybe other people get it too when they do stuff they are passionate about. I mean, you get funny feelings like that if you fall in Love and stuff, dont'cha....? I don't know really. It's weird. Maybe I'm weird. It's just you see clips of people like Mick Jagger and Madonna doing their thing in the studio and you think they are invincible and they always perform like professional, unshakable superstars. I wonder if they ever feel scared? Oh god, this is all because I spent ten years of my life playing guitar in a locked bedroom. It must be.
So, on that big softy disorientated waffling prattish note - I best get back to this evening's priorities - my Mam and that bottle of wine. :-) I shall leave you with the vision of me being a shy little scaredy cat. AND I'LL POUNCE WHEN YOU SLEEP, GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!
Lotsalove. XXXX
