Garbage Studio Diary #33 November 15-21st 2004.

Got back from NYC late sunday afternoon just in time to catch the end of the Packers v Vikings game.I've got to get behind the Pack and Brett Favre........it's a band thing.I've got to root for my boys' team you see....and what self-respecting scottish woman could possibly resist the spirit of Brett Favre.He's like the physical manifestation of my imaginings during childhood of what a heroic cowboy would be like.
NYC was good fun.Managed to check in with the Italian Stallion and get a great new hair cut and colour.Don't worry.......I'm still pulling all my power from the red.
JT's evening was very successful I think although he seemed a little overwhelmed by it all which always makes me feel very concerned and motherly towards him and his well-being.Nevertheless the evening was very kind in nature and I was honoured to be invited to be a part of it.
Hearing people like Lou Reed and Nancy Sinatra read was pretty cool too.I kept thinking the whole time whilst Nancy S was reading; This is the closest I'm ever going to get to Frank Sinatra and his DNA.
Started mixing "Boys Wanna Fight" yesterday and found myself in the booth doing backing vocals at 1am.This track is beginning to sound really cool.
Looked at a bunch of art designers and photographers portfolios this afternoon and so the process begins.My stomach is beginning to gnaw at me though as I entertain the idea of emerging from my bolt-hole.The actual reality of putting out a record is totally thrilling for the most part but the idea of putting your arse out there on the line for everyone to judge is horrifying.
Went to the dermatologist today and was diagnosed with perioral dermatitis.They have no idea what causes it but the doctor asked me if I was under stress. Ha ha ah ahaaa.............I've now got to take a course of antibiotics to rid myself of it because if I only stick to the topical cream it will take me six months to get over it.I've completely stopped looking at myself in the mirror because what stares back at me is utterly horrifying.It's better to just live in blissful ignorance.
How about the sandwich on E-bay yesterday being auctioned for a mere $25,000 due to the fact that aforementioned sandwich is supposed to have been miraculously indented by the impression of the Virgin Mary.Is it at all possible that anyone will actually bid on it.I say absolutely DEFINITELY somebody will.They'll go right on out there and buy themselves a silly old sandwich for $25,OOO and be over the moon about it.
Good lord.Whatever next?
We recalled "Right Between The Eyes" today because we're still not happy with the mix.We're having to come at it from a different angle because it's not holding up to the rest of the mixes that have been completed thus far.I'm excited though............the guitars are beginning to slam.
Then it's onto "Sex is Not The Enemy" which I need to re-sing as we've decided to go back to using the original verse melody which seemed to work better than the one that's on there presently.We must have recorded at least three different versions of this song.
UGH.........I hate myself today.Completely and utterly hate me.Hate the way I look,hate the way I talk,hate the way I am.Just hate hate hate myself today.
Painted my toenails mud brown this afternoon as a result of my low spirits and mercifully the despondancy of my now brown toes is oddly cheering.Wish I was more of a sunny,positive kind of girl instead of a little black cloud.It would be way more fun to be like that don't you think? I wonder if positive girls have problems with their eyesight and perioral dermatitis?!?!?!?!
Can't stop listening to "Lifted or The Story is in the soil,Keep your Ear to the ground" by "Bright Eyes".His word-play is astounding and I find myself hunkered over my stereo sometimes playing "Lover I Don't Have to Love" over and over and over again, wondering how on earth did he ever manage to come up with a song that's so utterly perfect.