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Week One Is Done: Album Sessions Day 5

Hey Soul Mates,
last night we completed our first week of recording. It felt good to walk out of the studio with our preliminary material. We wrapped up the evening with Bryan laying down guitar parts on Roosevelt's Revue. The other track we spent time on was Sucka. Which is so slamming it hurts. I had nice talks with Adam & Doug today about our progress and everyone feels that the album will be a real showcase. We're sure you, our fans will groove with it.

We are due back in about 2 weeks to continue working on the guitar parts and a few bass fixes. Then vocals and keyboards, piano, clavinet... In the meantime, we have our work cut out for ourselves. Lots of listening to do. Refining parts, deciding on arrangements. I spent much of the day singing along to the tracks. That's very cool for me. Usually, when we've recorded, the vocals were cut within hours of the backing or the backing wasn't available to me. Not a lot of time to rehearse, polish and make choices for phrasing, breathing, etc. Or, in rehearsals and practice, I'm concentrating on singing and playing bass at the same time. But now, I've got an album's worth of RHS karaoke!

Being out of the loop the past few nights, I've got to catch up on Lost and American Idol.

I'm excited about tomorrow. I've been invited to a friend's birthday party and everyone has been encouraged to bring their vinyl albums and 45s. Last time he had a soiree, I wound up DJing for an hour. I dig that Wax!
Love, Power, Peace

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