Of Studios And Boys

I arrived home last night from the studio at ten past one. I was shattered, but I had a great time. For hours we sat in the studio, creating a track. Starting work with a new producer is a bit like dating in that it takes a while to relax, for you both to work each other out, but if you have a spark it can feel really exciting. You both have to tap into each other's passions and methods to see whether they match, and if they do then it's partially the element of pure luck that is so thrilling. That, however, is probably where the analogy ends, because there is very little actual nakedness involved in studios. Well, not in my experience, anyway.

The track we're working on is more funk than jazz, with sweeping brass hooks and big fat bass lines. Vocally I am playing about with it, which feels a bit strange because for so long I have been trying to curb my 'showing off' instincts. and now they are being positively encouraged. The lyrics are very simplistic, as they often are in funk tracks, and they are also very dirty. Dirty! Me? I protested. But I am so innocent! How could I possibly sing things like that? (I secretly wanted to, of course, I was just trying to preserve my reputation) The upshot of it is that I am to practice at home and get good at singing about, like, sex and stuff, and then record them soon. If anyone has any tips on how to sing naughtily I would like very much to hear them.

Also this producer is trying to set me up on a blind date with his friend, who claims to have met me one time a few years ago. I, however, do not remember this meeting, which I am not taking as a very positive sign. Perhaps I was drunk, though, or maybe asleep, both of which would explain my memory loss. Whichever it was (and I rather hope it was the former) I seem to have made some kind of an impression ("she gets drunk, maybe she puts out lots", perhaps, or "her snoring is not so bad") on this person. Which is sort of nice.

I'm back in the studio on Thursday during the day, by which time I will have taught myself to sing all dirty-like. A bit like a Christina Aguilera might be if she had been brought up in the Home Counties. I will most likely wear more clothes than she does, and probably be considerably less internationally famous, but otherwise we have a lot in common and I plan on using those links to my maximum advantage.