For my birthday, Chris took four of my songs we recorded in our old basement several years ago, to his friend's recording studio and had them mixed onto a CD. One of the coolest gifts ever, for sure, but I'm having a hard time listening to them. Chris presented them to me last night. Two are okay, because they're full of harmonies, and I'm a thousand times more comfortable with harmonies. The other two...not so much.
When I listen to them, I hear every flaw in my voice--sinusy. Nasal-y. I think about how corny the lyrics are. I hear my guitar baubles and cringe. Oy oy oy. I want to listen to myself/observe myself as a stranger. But I can't. Not really. It's silly. I don't really know how anyone gets over that.
Blah. This blog entry is boring and dumb and I want to delete but I won't. Sometimes I'm boring and dumb. So be it.
I also do not feel like crafting a conclusion. So I'm just going to stop writing. Now.
I do this all of the time, p. Think about something I'd like to ponder in the written format. But by the time I get the chance to write, it's gone. The strangest things often pop out instead.
ReplyDeleteI can't listen to myself sing without cringing, except one recording I did in L.A. I don't know what microphone he used, or what he did, but I only cringe a tiny bit listening to that one. So what I'm saying is, you just need to record more stuff, that's all. :)