Band love is abundant here in Wilsonville. This morning, we made hashbrowns and poached eggs. Charley’s perfect poached egg certainly crushed my “abomination” egg. It’s beautiful food porn (SFW).
Last night, as our recording day came to a close, we were graced by the presence of one Wilsonville local poodle named Cinderella. Her quizzical expressions seem to say “so what if I’m wearing a diaper? Jealous?” This is what the real Cinderella would be like in her decrepit old age. No control of her bladder and desperate for attention.
The band is on fire here. Charley doesn’t play the piano. He pounces.
Gina is frustratingly cute as usual.
…and Matty just stays in one spot and delivers perfect takes over and over. Like a boss.
There aren’t many pictures of me (Andrew) because being a trumpet player, I tend to just play two or three takes in the period of 10-20 minutes, then go cook food for the other perfectionists.
The next song for today is All My Cities. I can’t wait to record backup vocals for it. It’s the one song where I get to sing down low like the manly man I am.
-Andrew
The next song for today is All My Cities. I can’t wait to record backup vocals for it. It’s the one song where I get to sing down low like the manly man I am.
-Andrew
