Post by EvilRocker on Jan 18, 2004 1:20:57 GMT -5
STUDIO DIARY #20 (October 2 - 5, 2000)
Monday 2nd October
Oh it's back to the grind and grumble of studio-life amidst the turn of the trees and chill of the air. Autumn already. I can hardly believe it. Was it really only a week ago I was swimming laps of the pool bathed in Italian sunshine?
God.....I had SUCH a wonderful holiday I can't begin to tell you. Italy must surely be one of the most divine countries in the world. I simply didn't want to return. No sir.
It was such heaven......eating breakfast every morning under the shade of little lemon trees, swimming in that sparkly kind of early morning sunshine you can only find on your holidays, wandering cobbled streets of tiny little medieval towns in search of Piero Della Francesca Frescos, eating pasta and quaffing Chianti by the bucket-load, taking hour long naps in the late afternoon followed by another swim.....only this time being able to watch the sun set over tobacco fields from the delicious warmth of the pool before stepping out for more pasta and yet more chianti!!!!!!
Oh AMEN lord. I could have stayed there for ever.
Instead I come back into the madness and mayhem of the BUSH/GORE campaign. And then of course there is New Labour having to explain to the British Public just exactly why the price of fuel continues to climb.
(Um.....DUH!!!!!!!!! It's a natural RESOURCE people. It can't just be manufactured at will. It's not going to last forever and access to it certainly isn't part of our fucking birthright. And money doesn't grow on trees you know and wouldn't it be nice to have a great healthcare system and some good schools where you can send your kiddies and actually have some semblance of a pension to live on when you're too bloody old to work and drive that car you've grown so dependant on!!!! It makes me want to laugh out loud to think that the British Public happily sat back and watched Margaret Thatcher and her sordid bunch of Tory ministers dismantle our sacred national health service without one day of serious, organised protest and yet they come out in their moaning droves wherever their car is concerned.) And if that wasn't enough to drive a girl into despair there is always those horrific and sickeningly gratuitous photographs in this month's Vanity Fair of the violence in Sierra Leone. Why the editors of this aforementioned magazine believe that it's perfectly justifiable to shove explicit sequential photographs of rape and murder in between a Prada Fall/Winter fashion campaign and a less than illuminating article on a 17 year old starlet under the so called guise of thought-provocation is quite beyond me.
Tuesday 3rd Oct
Some things I LOVE:
Red pears.
NUROFEN.
Baby skin.
The new carmel coloured leather boots I bought in Italy.
My little sister.
Fountain pens with a thick nib and black ink.
Vodka and grapefruit.
White Cotton Sheets
My back being scratched.
SHOUT Wipes.
McDonalds Fries
Amazon.com
Getting goosebumps
Cashmere
Begonias
Hot baths
Chilies
Toe rings
Reading really great books
Outdoor Hot-tubs under starry skies
Bus rides
Tomatoes
CARMEX
Orgasms
Red lipstick
Roasted green tea
Johnny Depp's face
Singing
Trashy lingerie
Sushi
Highland Park Whiskey
Trees
Jack Russell Terriers
French accents
My Epiphone "Casino" guitar
Dark red leather gloves
Ladybugs
Walking down the street listening to my personal stereo
Swiss army penknives.
Crepe de chine
Hand knitted scarves
Dictionaries
Dancing
Wednesday 4th Oct
Oh fuck.....I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I am so completely FREAKED OUT.
I HATE the idea of being put through such misery and pain that could so easily be avoided!!! And they're healthy too. It's not like they're all black and rotten and crumbling to pieces. In fact they are quite the opposite. They're perfectly healthy and not in the slightest bit sore. Indeed they never have been even when they were growing in. And in fact one of them hasn't even properly grown in yet!
Some mistake SURELY!!!!!!
Surely.
Not Shirley.
On the up side...........you HAVE to get the cd "Relationship of Command" by At the Drive In!!! It is so completely energetic and full of life and tunes and ideas and oh yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy. BUY IT.
Ohmigod....we have mice in the studio again and I can actually hear them squeaking in the kitchen as I type!!!
Holy shit. I'm not into that!!!!!!!
Thursday 5th
Oh have I been a busy little bee today?
Have I hell.
Although my E LAM and Brauner mikes have now been switched on and they await my final vocal input on "Shut Your Mouth" which I intend to put down later on tonight!!
(I can't wait. I can't wait. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I get nervous when I sing in the studio.)
I went and got a pedicure and manicure this afteroon while the rest of the band studiously sat and recorded a nylon string accoustic guitar part on "Untouchable".
Ha ha ha..........mostly it's fun to be a glamourpuss and not a studio geek. So now my toe nails are a wonderful "I used to be a waitress" red and they look super cute. All shiny and happy and cheap and superficial. Watched a brief clip of a re-run on the MTV Video awards and felt horrid. It sort of reminded me of being back at my high school end of term party. All the pretty, popular girls (Christina Aguilera, Jennifer Lopez et al) being boo-d but wooed by the popular naughty boys (Fred Durst, D'Angelo et al) whilst all the smart or ugly girls, boygeeks and misfits were either not invited or were left standing solo.
It made me depressed. I don't want all the rock stars and pop stars being all chummy with each other. It's so phoney and smug.
#nosmileys
Monday 2nd October
Oh it's back to the grind and grumble of studio-life amidst the turn of the trees and chill of the air. Autumn already. I can hardly believe it. Was it really only a week ago I was swimming laps of the pool bathed in Italian sunshine?
God.....I had SUCH a wonderful holiday I can't begin to tell you. Italy must surely be one of the most divine countries in the world. I simply didn't want to return. No sir.
It was such heaven......eating breakfast every morning under the shade of little lemon trees, swimming in that sparkly kind of early morning sunshine you can only find on your holidays, wandering cobbled streets of tiny little medieval towns in search of Piero Della Francesca Frescos, eating pasta and quaffing Chianti by the bucket-load, taking hour long naps in the late afternoon followed by another swim.....only this time being able to watch the sun set over tobacco fields from the delicious warmth of the pool before stepping out for more pasta and yet more chianti!!!!!!
Oh AMEN lord. I could have stayed there for ever.
Instead I come back into the madness and mayhem of the BUSH/GORE campaign. And then of course there is New Labour having to explain to the British Public just exactly why the price of fuel continues to climb.
(Um.....DUH!!!!!!!!! It's a natural RESOURCE people. It can't just be manufactured at will. It's not going to last forever and access to it certainly isn't part of our fucking birthright. And money doesn't grow on trees you know and wouldn't it be nice to have a great healthcare system and some good schools where you can send your kiddies and actually have some semblance of a pension to live on when you're too bloody old to work and drive that car you've grown so dependant on!!!! It makes me want to laugh out loud to think that the British Public happily sat back and watched Margaret Thatcher and her sordid bunch of Tory ministers dismantle our sacred national health service without one day of serious, organised protest and yet they come out in their moaning droves wherever their car is concerned.) And if that wasn't enough to drive a girl into despair there is always those horrific and sickeningly gratuitous photographs in this month's Vanity Fair of the violence in Sierra Leone. Why the editors of this aforementioned magazine believe that it's perfectly justifiable to shove explicit sequential photographs of rape and murder in between a Prada Fall/Winter fashion campaign and a less than illuminating article on a 17 year old starlet under the so called guise of thought-provocation is quite beyond me.
Tuesday 3rd Oct
Some things I LOVE:
Red pears.
NUROFEN.
Baby skin.
The new carmel coloured leather boots I bought in Italy.
My little sister.
Fountain pens with a thick nib and black ink.
Vodka and grapefruit.
White Cotton Sheets
My back being scratched.
SHOUT Wipes.
McDonalds Fries
Amazon.com
Getting goosebumps
Cashmere
Begonias
Hot baths
Chilies
Toe rings
Reading really great books
Outdoor Hot-tubs under starry skies
Bus rides
Tomatoes
CARMEX
Orgasms
Red lipstick
Roasted green tea
Johnny Depp's face
Singing
Trashy lingerie
Sushi
Highland Park Whiskey
Trees
Jack Russell Terriers
French accents
My Epiphone "Casino" guitar
Dark red leather gloves
Ladybugs
Walking down the street listening to my personal stereo
Swiss army penknives.
Crepe de chine
Hand knitted scarves
Dictionaries
Dancing
Wednesday 4th Oct
Oh fuck.....I have to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I am so completely FREAKED OUT.
I HATE the idea of being put through such misery and pain that could so easily be avoided!!! And they're healthy too. It's not like they're all black and rotten and crumbling to pieces. In fact they are quite the opposite. They're perfectly healthy and not in the slightest bit sore. Indeed they never have been even when they were growing in. And in fact one of them hasn't even properly grown in yet!
Some mistake SURELY!!!!!!
Surely.
Not Shirley.
On the up side...........you HAVE to get the cd "Relationship of Command" by At the Drive In!!! It is so completely energetic and full of life and tunes and ideas and oh yummy yummy yummy I got love in my tummy. BUY IT.
Ohmigod....we have mice in the studio again and I can actually hear them squeaking in the kitchen as I type!!!
Holy shit. I'm not into that!!!!!!!
Thursday 5th
Oh have I been a busy little bee today?
Have I hell.
Although my E LAM and Brauner mikes have now been switched on and they await my final vocal input on "Shut Your Mouth" which I intend to put down later on tonight!!
(I can't wait. I can't wait. Keep your fingers crossed for me. I get nervous when I sing in the studio.)
I went and got a pedicure and manicure this afteroon while the rest of the band studiously sat and recorded a nylon string accoustic guitar part on "Untouchable".
Ha ha ha..........mostly it's fun to be a glamourpuss and not a studio geek. So now my toe nails are a wonderful "I used to be a waitress" red and they look super cute. All shiny and happy and cheap and superficial. Watched a brief clip of a re-run on the MTV Video awards and felt horrid. It sort of reminded me of being back at my high school end of term party. All the pretty, popular girls (Christina Aguilera, Jennifer Lopez et al) being boo-d but wooed by the popular naughty boys (Fred Durst, D'Angelo et al) whilst all the smart or ugly girls, boygeeks and misfits were either not invited or were left standing solo.
It made me depressed. I don't want all the rock stars and pop stars being all chummy with each other. It's so phoney and smug.
#nosmileys