I’m currently on a bus to the studio, a Lady Gaga playlist shuffling through my ears. (Bad Romance just started. OH YES.)
This morning I ran through the song we’re recording today just to make sure I was completely comfortable with it, and as I got to the chorus, something terrible dawned on me.
“This chorus is so bad.”
“But it’s too late in the game now,” I was told, “you can’t change it.”
“I have to! Or Tom will say ‘this song sucks, let’s not record it’. The rest of it is fine, it’s just this chorus …”
So on the train from Elm Park to Mile End, I rewrote the chorus to Heart On My Sleeve. It’s the only song Tom hasn’t heard yet, so I had to trust my own instincts on this one. I’ll have to work it out on guitar when I get there and then lay down a rough mix quick smart. The notes are high, too – it’s gonna be a tea and honey day today.
Tom’s already there, which is mental. He’s never early. Makes me look unprofessional, wandering in late rewriting the song we’re supposed to record today. What a dick.
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