I sing, I dance, I make LOUD mistakes
by Zoeyjane
I was terrified.
It was supposed to already be done and there was the sky getting dark and here I sat in an empty apartment, with its acoustics and thin walls mocking me. Thankfully, my neighbour, the musician, wasn’t.
I think.
For Neil’s Fifth Annual Blogger Christmalhijrahanukwanzaakah Online Holiday Concert, Zoë asked that we perform Frosty, the Snowman. We both dig the Fiona Apple version.
But I wussed out about the whole on camera part, and I kept putting it off. Then she went off for a sleepover on the day that submissions were due and I had no choice but to solo.
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After six hours of alternating between smoking, drinking water, doing a take, potentially vomiting, doing another take and then smoking more, finally… it only took nine takes to get this minute only semi-warbly and at least mature enough-sounding to be a five year old.
But. I did it. I didn’t flake out.
Better, I actually used toddler technology to do it. With the microphone from the earphones/mic combo headset that came with her Disney Fairies discman. Because we’re kind of Amish, as far as technology goes.
I’m kicking my own ass for just doing a crappy audio, and not letting Zoë participate.
So I guess what I’m saying is that Zoë and I are still going to do Frosty. And it will be here, soon. But for now, this was what my balls-out-thirtieth-year-type-a-begone attitude allowed.
Me - Auld Lang Syne