Ah the joys of recording. Spent 10 hours of yesterday figuring out how 8 words might best fit together for the 2nd half of one chorus of one song. Nothing seemed to work for most of the day, then Max came up with the missing bit late last night. It’s the pointy end of the recording sessions. Mood swings, obsessive behaviour & underlying levels of stress (talking about me, not Max). It feels like every note, every word, every sound, every drum hit has to be there for a reason – otherwise it’s a nasty hitch-hiker who’ll eventually wake up in the back seat & stab you in the throat, somewhere down the road. Melodramatic? Me?

Live in Beijing, China 2011.

More recording today.

Checkya later,
Fires out.