So here I am, the day after the final Chariots Race recording date, and I am so glad it's over, for a lot of reasons. Would you like me to list them? Okay, I will.
1. Greg won't be in Green Bay every weekend. He will be able to stay home and play with me, which is a great relief on the universe because we all know that it should be everyone's primary motivation in life to entertain, amuse, cuddle, coddle, spoil, and otherwise adore me, because if you don't, bad things will happen (if you can't hear the sarcasm here, well, you're just not listening).
2. I can move on to my own projects, like smashing my head against the wall as I try desperately to come up with something to show for the last ten years of napkin scratches and pathetic excuses for bar chords. Fingerpicking: for the six-strings-held-down-at-once-impaired.
3. I can stop worrying about how bad my voice will sound on the recording, why Greg wants me to do this at all, etc., because it's done now.
4. One more slash mark in the Albums Greg Made category. Big props to him for having the courage and the stamina to keep doing what he does best (and what I love more than anything in this world): being himself, and sharing his wisdom, insanity, and overall humanity with other people (especially me; see item 1 above; have I told you yet that he is my absolute favoritest? 'cause I can tell you again)(here's me, embarassing you again.... hey. you have a band. I have a website. to each their own).
I'm sure there are more but I'm running out of steam here. I do want to give big, huge thanks to Chuck and Brian, whom I didn't get the chance to thank as we were leaving last night. Thank you for being such wonderful people, for mixing an entire album with a 3-year-old in the room and NOT COMPLAINING AT ALL, NOT EVEN ONCE, about her jumping on the couch, disturbing the tambourine, tripping over mic cords, and otherwise acting like, well, a 3-year-old. And thanks for letting me sing. You are musicians; I am a mom. Even if that CD goes no further than your own bedrooms, it makes me happy in a huge way that I was allowed to be a part of something in my own little tiny way. It was an experience I may never have again in this lifetime, and one that has given me more inspiration than you realize. It's a big deal to me, and I want to thank you for that. Big kisses and hugs to you, and to Greg and Erin, whom I've already tortured with my mush (and here I am, doing it again! more mush for you! yay!).
Enough talking. Time to start doing.