I write this, as per usual, sat in my room in Oxford, on a dingy sunday evening, looking forward to the working week ahead! ha! No doubt the rest of you are sunning yourselves, falling off buses, swearing at Spanish children by mistake or generally being elusive(Ads, I'm looking at you).
This weekend seems like it started ages ago. I met Tom on friday night and went to a gathering (not sure it can be called a party) with Woody and a couple of others in a house in Cowley. I felt horrible the next day. Tom left fairly sharpish in the morning (I knew I shouldn't have spooned him while he slept), and was replaced in my house by Greg, who spent the whole time complaining about the cold- and started talking on the phone about 'style' whilst clutching a pink waterbottle between his shaking legs, wearing only boxers and a sodden shirt. He's a style guru, that Greg.
Anyway, while he was here he layed down the basics of a track that he'd written a couple of days before. I have enjoyed mixing it, especially the bit where he forgets the words and laughs. I have added some keys and some far-off singing. I'm not sure he's going to like it, but he doesn't check this blog so more fool him. It's come off very pretty sounding, which isn't what I expected when he played it down my phone in the early AM last week. He's decided on the name 'distance learning' for reasons that will no doubt become clear to you, dear reader, when you partake in a spot of listening.
*edit* I played the chords wrong in the first one, so here it is amended.
2 comments:
Hello! You clearly didn't post a link to that song, don't worry though, I found it anyways. I feel it needs more slap bass and for percussion you could record someone doing up a zip.
Bye bye LOLOLINTERNETLOL x
i did put it up, but I did it wrong. as in played the chords wrong. now it's right. if you got the song after 11pm last night you probably have the new version.
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