I’ve never worked harder on a record than I have on the one I’m making now.
I’m headed back into the studio again this week, recording the same song I’ve tried to capture a dozen times. Yesterday, I thought I was getting sick, so I started our family’s secret cure-all: eating chopped up raw garlic and ginger at every meal. My forearms hurt from so much time at the piano. I’m trying new vocal warm-ups (“straw-singing”…thank you, Sue Demel), and I’m sucking on slippery elm as I type.
I stink. I’m sore. But when you want something, you pull out all the stops.
Reader, what’s the last thing you wanted so badly that you missed sleep and food and time with friends for? The last endeavor I worked this hard for was my restaurant, and it has been the most gratifying project of my life. Working for a passion project is rewarding in ways I can’t describe. If you’ve got an idea brewing that you want to go for, let this blog be the sign: go for it. Shooting the moon is taxing and exhausting and exactly what we’re here for.
I leave you with this picture of my kids and their buddy, Otis. We left them with a babysitter on Saturday night, and we got back, they were dressed up in “disguises” so we wouldn’t recognize them and they wouldn’t have to go home. Pull out every stop, Reader. See you next Monday. -Em
