Yeah for last night!
I went to Peter's to have a few drinks and record some music. And although I'm really not used to hearing my own voice singing back at me, it was a lot of fun! Peter was awesome.... I was so nervous and he really encouraged me. Granted, he likes how I sing, so I think he's biased.
I think going to his place to record might become a hobby for me. I already told him I want to do "Lover, You Should've Come Over" next time. But with music, of course. Singing a blues song a cappella isn't as bad as singing Jeff Buckley without some sort of piano in the background. And maybe I'll get into writing songs again. We'll see. I've got a lot of unused poems.
I'm already thinking ahead. This is of course, if Peter will allow me to hog his recording space all the time. I mean, he does have a band himself. Smile.
And don't think I'd leave this post without eluding to the idea of the alcohol and good vibes being wasted on Peter and myself. They were not. But that's all you'll get out of me.
Snicker.