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Recording (and rerecording) of The Elmsley Count proceeds apace, where in "apace" means "eye-crossingly slowly." I finally killed off the last of the replacement vocals on "Eclipse" this evening, and yes, "killed off" is the correct verb phrase. I swear, upwards of 40 takes on one bloody badger-felching line, between flubs, continental drifts in both sharpward and flatward directions, and $%@#ing aspirations no matter how I tried to avoid them. (I swear, I'm never writing a song with the letter P in it again.) So there was much teeth-pulling and creative cussing, but at least I got it done, which means that between "Eclipse" and "The Way Things Go" I have two—yes, TWO—songs completely finished until I decide to go back in and start tinkering again! Eight to ten more to go! Up the Republic! Death before dishonor! Kazango!
Meanwhile, the food situation is currently exemplary, in that I'm actually eating food at home that requires preparation above and beyond opening powder packets and/or microwaving on HIGH for 3 to 3 1/2 minutes [Caution: bowl will be hot]. Granted, I'm not necessarily the one doing said preparations—
wired_lizard and
figmentj have both made soup in the last week or two, and
figmentj pulled out the stops for some awesome Southern fried chicken on Friday—but I made coq au vin not too long ago, the leftovers of which led to (wait for it) coq au vin quesadillas. Yes, "sexy" is the word you're looking for. This Saturday, I'll be picking up a whole rabbit from McKinnon's in Davis Square, which we'll be braising with pine nuts. I quake with anticipation.
Speaking of quaking, I went to Abbey's soccer game on Friday afternoon, which ended as a tie, 2-2. There was no overtime, because the referees, in light of the torrential downpour that we'd all been standing in for two and a half hours because the opposing team arrived obscenely late for the game (hence the quaking), took pity on all of us and sent everyone packing. Abbey was only in for a few minutes, but she did well. Worth the hypothermia.
And my sleep cycle's a bit borked. Will attempt to rectify. G'night, all!
Meanwhile, the food situation is currently exemplary, in that I'm actually eating food at home that requires preparation above and beyond opening powder packets and/or microwaving on HIGH for 3 to 3 1/2 minutes [Caution: bowl will be hot]. Granted, I'm not necessarily the one doing said preparations—
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Speaking of quaking, I went to Abbey's soccer game on Friday afternoon, which ended as a tie, 2-2. There was no overtime, because the referees, in light of the torrential downpour that we'd all been standing in for two and a half hours because the opposing team arrived obscenely late for the game (hence the quaking), took pity on all of us and sent everyone packing. Abbey was only in for a few minutes, but she did well. Worth the hypothermia.
And my sleep cycle's a bit borked. Will attempt to rectify. G'night, all!
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Date: 2011-09-28 04:55 am (UTC)Practice makes Perfect
Have you tried Positioning the mike differently? I have heard that having a mike hang down can help with that issue.
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Date: 2011-09-28 01:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-09-28 02:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-09-28 05:21 pm (UTC)*belly laugh* What an awesome line. I may have to use that. :)
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Date: 2011-09-29 05:58 pm (UTC)I don't know if it'd actually do anything, but as a kid watching MTV they'd always show videos of studio footage, and there were pantyhose on the microphones.
Do some test-takes of P-words to find a position/technique that gives the least aspiration. It's got to be possible. (The letter P is pretty pervasive, I've perceived.)