Fuck fuck FUCK! I spent hours and hours last night trying to get a decent take of the song I was recording for video and ended up with zilch! F M L! I should have known better than to try to get anything usable last night anyways, my voice was shot from rehearsals plus the migraine that I had earlier yesterday didn't help. But I just kept thinking that if I was able to get one video cut and edited last night I would be able to get so much more done over the weekend. In the end all I managed was to get 20 rehearsals of the song on video, none of which are usable for the final cut, and I managed to frustrate the living hell out of myself.
I realize that most people would either categorize my music as straightforward rock or mindless pop but I am not mindlessly strumming my guitar. Most of my guitar sections are complex, even just playing the rhythm part, and I am not the most coordinated individual so sometimes playing them and nailing the vocal performance is a bitch. Playing live is one thing, you can make a mistake and everyone forgets it. Recording live is another animal, you make a mistake and it is there for everyone to chuckle at. For good.
This was the musical equivalent to taking it up the ass... without the benefit of lube.
Yep, like I said. FML.
I realize that most people would either categorize my music as straightforward rock or mindless pop but I am not mindlessly strumming my guitar. Most of my guitar sections are complex, even just playing the rhythm part, and I am not the most coordinated individual so sometimes playing them and nailing the vocal performance is a bitch. Playing live is one thing, you can make a mistake and everyone forgets it. Recording live is another animal, you make a mistake and it is there for everyone to chuckle at. For good.
This was the musical equivalent to taking it up the ass... without the benefit of lube.
Yep, like I said. FML.