I woke up at 4:30 this morning feeling like death would be preferable, and proceeded very quickly to ruin my vocal chords with corrosive internal chemicals. So singing was out. Fortunately Ryan came over and recorded some saxophone, and put up with my periodic moans of achy despair. Not only that, but he got a whole bunch of songs done, 9 in fact. He always knew what he wanted it to sound like, which was helpful, and we breezed through the ones he had parts for. The ones that are left are tougher, either because they are largely improvisational or because he hasn't settled on a part yet. Hopefully we should be able to do them on Sunday afternoon.
We found that stepping a few feet back from the mic allowed us to get a bigger sound, and although the room is not perfect, or even good, at least it's not square.
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