I’m a masochist, or a perfectionist, or maybe you need to be the first to be the second, i’m not sure. Basically, what i’ve done is leave the two hardest songs for last.
Now, what i would probably tell you is that they’re the two best songs, and that they deserve to be last. But, not coincidentally, they are also the two hardest of the night for me, the first one vocally and the second to play. But, here i am, all guests retreated back to their respective bedrooms or homes except for Elise, who is alternately being extremely helpful and making pissy faces at me when i don’t quite hit the notes.
Honestly, we’re past hitting the notes. I am not tired. And, it’s not as frantic or as hard as last year was. What we’re down to, honestly, is two songs that i refuse to let go of unless i can listen to them and feel what i’m singing, not just whether or not the notes are right.
Two songs, and five and a half hours to go.
Ah, and now we’ve reached in the point in the night starts to physically hurt. Not my throat, mind you, but my voice, screaming back at me for every note i strain past its guards. F, it says, i don’t usually have to sings F’s for that long. Wait, what are you doing to me?! Stop that! Ouch!
Okay, so maybe i’m getting a touch delirious, but only because i’m covering a song that’s not in my actual singing range and teaching someone a new instrument at the same time. Oh, and i still have to record two more songs. No pressure… none whatsoever. Right.