I’ve been working on re-working Simple Fruit for my next album, 18.93 Metres of my Fibre. It’s been a lot of fun, but it’s also been pretty hard work without much of note. I’m also daydreaming about a piano solo right on that bridge.
It’s funny how un-romantic recording music is. It’s mostly just a cabaret of soul-crushing recordings that are just not good enough until you hit on something that may not be exactly what you’re dreaming of, but it’s close enough to authentic that you can ride with it. Take, for instance, the recording of Simple Fruit that I have on this website currently. It’s a fairly good recording, but my throat was sore and I was nervous about singing that song, so my vocals just aren’t right. They’re not strong enough. So I’m re-doing it, and I’m probably going to publish a very similar version of the song on this site with piano and call it done – an excellent exercise in eliminating hubris, no?
Speaking of which, I need to practise my glockenspiel. Please! Check out my events listing and come visit me at Le Pastel on Rachel E. on the 26th of July.