Well the horrible construction smells, and
endless destruction have stopped. And now I think it has given me tinnitus.
Not tetnis before you start worrying, I’m
not about to die from rusty metals stabbing me, but tinnitus, which is a
perpetual ringing in your ears. Either that, or I’ve had it for a while and the
constant noise from the destruction made my ears seal shut, and now that it’s
over they’re opened up wider than ever, and I can finally hear it. Who knows,
but basically, it’s an affliction that apparently never leaves you for the rest
of your life, and that you learn to live with. So, isn’t that fun?
Anyway, my third song, about rowing a kayak
up a mountain, is going to be done soon, but I’m afraid that I’ve kinda
strained my voice. See, when I try to sing falsetto, Chris Martin style, I
realise that my voice can’t really take it. But I push anyway, cause I think it’s
a nice part of the music, and now I’m facing the consequences, I can barely
talk, Roger Ebert style. Although Roger Ebert, as I’m sure you’ve heard Dan, couldn’t
talk because of a cancer operation, and I’ve just been singing too much.
That’s another thing, thanks to this stupid
challenge, I’ve started singing everything I know the lyrics to, and in case
you haven’t noticed over the years, I can’t actually sing very well. And it has
been a hard habit to break, cause something from ‘Of Monsters and Men’ or ‘Matt
Nathanson’ or ‘Snow Patrol,’ or even ‘Michael Buble’ will come up, and suddenly
there’s off-key Andrew sitting in the corner singing along without even realising
it. So thanks for that brothers, I totally needed that when this blog started. It’s
like when you quote character’s when movies are playing Dan, or how you always
books aloud as if you’re voice acting R. A..
And R. A., as if I don’t write enough blog.
I’m about half a page through and I haven’t even started talking about anything
yet. By the time this blog is done, you’re going to wish you hadn’t said that. Or
typed it, who knows, maybe you also speak your blogs out loud as you’re typing
them.
Anyway, calming down now.
So it has been several hours since I wrote,
and as it happens, I was back in the recording booth listening to n argument
between a piano player and the producer, who are arguing about whether the
piano is in tune or not. It is, just for reference, and the piano player was
annoying me anyway. I ended up stepping in and playing a simpler version of the
piano bit, which was fine for about a minute before the piano player suddenly
decided that it was back in tune, and so stepped back in, or rather slid me off
the piano chair.
I’m now back at home, enjoying the peace
and quiet of my ears ringing, and soothing my throat with a whole bottle of
orange juice, my favorite cure for disease. Y’know, I got curious about this
good ol’ orange juice for no particular reason, and so I looked how it is made
on youtube. Turns out, I am not the only curious one, and that there is a whole
series of dozens of videos on youtube that explain how things get made. I
escpecially liked the ones about doughnuts and cheesecakes. Turns out that
everyone talking about how artificial and fake these mass produced foods are
haven’t really done their research. Turns out, they’re actually made from real
ingredients, just like you would do at home. And these preservatives that
people say are so unhealthy, are just things like honey, that naturally seal
foods from the elements. Though they do tend to add sugar to things that you
wouldn’t think needed it. Orange juice is really just oranges, that are
crushed, and then filtered for seeds, and then repulped, bottled and sent off
for drinking. And chilled, can’t forget that, nice chilled orange juice.
This has actually been quite nice, writing
the blog. I haven’t said it yet, but I actually enjoy sitting down each week
and pretending that I’m talking to my brothers. I don’t think we’ve ever talked
enough, and especially now when I can’t speak and have had a relatively
stressful week, it’s nice to have a quiet chat with you guys.
That’s one page, so brothers, I’ll read
from you next week.
Andrew Lyons.
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