October 19, 2021
I sometimes enjoy listening to my really early recordings. The quality of my voice is so weird. I sound so young. It’s really adorable to think about the pathetic baby that was commanding that tiny little voice. “I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger.” Regardless of my level of wisdom, my voice on those recordings will always sound young. There is a lot less miles/songs/abuse on those vocal chords. I was working on a vocal track in the studio today and it was haunting in a different way. It struck me that I was listening to my future voice. For some reason the track was old man vocals. I don’t know what made it sound the way that it did. It was surreal, like I was listening to an older version of myself. I cried a little bit. (I know that Halloween is happening soon. Please don’t be angry by the Christmas jams.)
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