Vinnie275
Smash Master
So I'm upstairs in my recording studio (i.e. bedroom) trying to get some cuts finished for my new album. I have a two-bedroom flat and there is a bumpin' party going on downstairs. I'm churning out the next big trance/country/R&B/Hip-hop fusion song when I figure this time, just my vocals won't do.
So I go downstairs to recruit some hopefuls, backup singers that "will do", perhaps "just enough". The problem is, they're "not drunk enough".
If you've ever been to a dry karaoke bar-- oh wait, there are none.
I get the low-down. The booze is being delivered and I have to wait for said messenger of vocal de-inhibitor to arrive, then post-consumption before I am to finish my cut.
Anyway, about forty minutes later I bring one of my sloshed roommates upstairs. Unfortunately, I soon find that he is very "blazed" and his sub-par mumblings send me in search of anybody that can scream for the next verse (later I change it to rap).
So, I bring my other roommate and his girlfriend up to the studio to do some harmonizing.
Turns out so-so. By now everyone is too drunk to sing, and I have to go with the cuts I made before they passed out.
I played the cut in the morning, and upon hearing it again, decided it was terrible D:
The moral is, do not rely on aphrodisiacs as a musical catalyst.
So I go downstairs to recruit some hopefuls, backup singers that "will do", perhaps "just enough". The problem is, they're "not drunk enough".
If you've ever been to a dry karaoke bar-- oh wait, there are none.
I get the low-down. The booze is being delivered and I have to wait for said messenger of vocal de-inhibitor to arrive, then post-consumption before I am to finish my cut.
Anyway, about forty minutes later I bring one of my sloshed roommates upstairs. Unfortunately, I soon find that he is very "blazed" and his sub-par mumblings send me in search of anybody that can scream for the next verse (later I change it to rap).
So, I bring my other roommate and his girlfriend up to the studio to do some harmonizing.
Turns out so-so. By now everyone is too drunk to sing, and I have to go with the cuts I made before they passed out.
I played the cut in the morning, and upon hearing it again, decided it was terrible D:
The moral is, do not rely on aphrodisiacs as a musical catalyst.