Lead Vocals Reach Logical Conclusion

Soul Citizens,

today marked the end of the principal recording of lead vocals for my new album. Wow, it took a little under three hours to get good takes for the last three sides. The songs I sang are "She's My Go To," "A Miracle Is On The Way" and "Saffron Dancer." Lots of disco/dance going on. The basic tracks are stunning and the studio was a particularly conducive setting this afternoon. That made getting the work done a lot of fun. I thank God that I got through all of the principal vocals without being sick once or having an laryngitis issues, etc. And yes, that has usually happened in the past.

We passed 100 hours of studio time for this album, but Adam has kept me on target and we have maximized the time. This coming week, we have sessions with Bryan Farrar who will supply lead guitar parts on a few more tracks. Then we bring in the backing vocalists (the Ladies) and this is something that will be a thrill. Adam is brilliant at arranging vocals, so it should be one of those fun challenges. I hear a few things in my head, who doesn't, but the tracks are so fresh that there is room for experimenting.

On Sunday, plenty of you attended the 9/11 Commemoration at North Hollywood Park led by Councilman Tom LaBonge. It was an honor to be the musical prelude for the ceremony. I wound up performing George Harrison's "Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth)" five times in a 24 hour period. I will not play that song again for a few years. Anyway, it was nice to see you there.

Today, I posted another performance video from the 5 Towers show on YouTube. This time it's the slow jam, "Done Lost My Mind." Half of the show is now available to view on demand. So go demand it!

All right, time to rest on my laurels, aka lie down.

Peace!

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