Thursday Night Feature: web cam shot of the week


I may need a haircut.

Answering Machines are messing with my head. I think it all started back when I was a sophomore in college. My roomate at the time had taken a shining to a friend of mine and would hang up if he called her and got the answering machine. His reasoning: "I don't like calling girls and leaving messages on their answering machines...I just can't do it." I gave him a lot of grief for it. Since then, I've begun to develop the same problem. Did that painful scene in Swingers plant a fear of answering machines in my sub-conscious mind? I hope not. Anyway, I've called a nice, young lady (yes folks, my testicles finally dropped) twice in the last week and have had to leave two messages. They were both semi-disasters...I've come off sounding like a complete idiot both times. I can handle voicemail smoothly because the message will probably get to only one person. I think the fact that the answering machine message is heard by more people than intended messes me up. I know that this isn't hard...but I'll find ways to screw it up anyway.

My Sound toys have arrived. I have the appropriate software. I am set to go: One problem: I can't put anything together. I've been writing music since I was 16. For the most part, they have been mostly one-riff/progression/hook ideas stored for later. I can arrange songs okay, but now I've hit a serious block in the recording stage. I'm not sure if its the possibility that I'm not as polished a musician I used to be, complete lack of recording skills, or a lack of confidence in my writing and singing. I think its the latter of the three...that and the fact I can't stand my singing voice. Something will come up...stay tuned.

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