I Love a Bunch of Genres

The Way

Performed by me

Originally by Fastball

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Well, nuts.

Last night, more as a means of procrastinating than anything else, I started clicking through some of the songs I’ve recorded this month, and… Okay, let’s get one thing straight: I hate listening to myself. Hate it. Speaking, singing, breathing - it doesn’t matter; if it’s a recording of me, I find it unpleasant. This probably isn’t anything that requires a great leap of empathy you, my readers, as I believe most people would rather not hear themselves, but I just want to establish that there will always be a baseline of discomfort when it comes to me listening to me.

That said, I listened to a few of these songs for the first time since I recorded them, songs which I was sure were among the most tragic crimes ever committed with a microphone in history, and I didn’t entirely hate them.

I still don’t want to listen to myself, but the experience did renew my zest for this music-recording mumbo-jumbo. It was a nice confidence booster.

And tomorrow is the last day of the month.

Nuts.