I took all day yesterday to record three songs. That’s right, about six hours to record about eleven minutes of usable material – and I’m not even sure about four minutes of that.
It’s pretty easy to drive yourself nuts with this kind of stuff. My trick is to assume that every rendition of the same song is of no consequence, even though I really have to get this done this week. It’s how I help myself relax, and even then, sometimes that doesn’t work. What if the cats get bored and start yowling? What if someone’s baby decides to start wailing just in front of my window? And then I tell myself that if the cats and babies in the neighbourhood decide to practice the Carol of the Bells together, then I can just try again tomorrow. It’s funny how I keep believing it.
That trick is sort of like something one of my friends taught me recently. He says that he can manipulate time by simply lying to himself; try it yourself. The next time you catch yourself saying, “Oh no, it’s only 6:30…” stop and say, “Hey! It’s 6:30 already!” And the time warp begins.
If all else fails, look at this picture.
Then, imagine how bad it would feel to be presented with a piano and have no thumbs.