While I sit here eating the hersheys kiss, reading the poetry book and listening to les mis, all gifts from the cornbreaded one for my last song, I will tell you my recent adventure recording the song before that.

I have been playing 'Lesbians are like Vaseline' live to rave reviews, and the gang wants me to play it next time I dj the gay punk nite, but I hadda record it first.

So one of my friends is the sound engineer at work and I was sitting there in a recording studio...all miked up etc...and was really nervous about shouting the word 'lesbian' in a public place. (It was nearly completely sound proofed and after hours but I was paranoid.) It was really exposing hearing it played back, although I was giddy with hearing it as well, like...'me! on a cd! yay!'

In the end I decided to dump the track because I need to wait till my voice is not completely hoarse and bring the words along. I don't 'need them' but it's easier to just make a funny face when u fuck up in a live performance, and a cd doesn't have that. So I guess are a kind of security blanket when it's just audio, and the facial expressions are the security blanket live. But I dumped it cos it seemed kinda unfair to inflict off-key, breathy, hoarse singing and sprained wrist guitar work (old injury = one pops out of joint sometimes! fun!) on people forever with this indelibly burned cd...I'd much rather wait till Monday or so, try to get it right, and then hopefully be happier with the result.

There's talk of putting it on the net. :) Someone predicted it would be this year's Christmas number one. :) I'm just happy with local tom green/phoebe/phranc-esque cult status.

The song itself is at: http://www.oasismag.com/node/view/2043 for those who want to read it again. (Sorry. Someday I will remember how to do links that work. In the meantime, please cut and paste.)

See ya later,

Tiki