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2003-03-16 1:21 p.m. This morning I feel great. My body feels fresh and alive, almost as if it is echoing springtime's bright blue skies and the fresh, green farmlands that carpet the landscape here. I brushed my teeth, drank water, and—for expediency—threw on the same clothes I wore yesterday and plan to wear again tomorrow. We just finished tracking lead vocals for "(Just Go) Out With Me" and "Blue Eyes". Christoffer talked about getting the guys from the Mopeds to come and play horns on that song. Homer Simpson enjoyment: Mmmm, the Mopeds.
Between takes I mentioned that I thought it might be nice to have "Blue Eyes" be a duet with a woman—preferably someone with a very distinctive voice. Christoffer mentioned Stina Nordenstam and I nearly peed myself. Although she isn't untouchably famous in any way at all, she is a mega–ultra–superstar in my musical dictionary. To work with her would be like Christmas and my birthday and a big basket of daydreams all rolled in coconut and served warm with ice cream. Ok, so back to Stina. "Do you know how to get in touch with her?" "No", he replied, "but I'm sure we can figure it out." So, of course I spent the next four vocal takes trying very hard to keep my focus on singing the song and not on the Earth–shaking, suns–crashing–together, universe–implodingly exciting idea that I might get Stina to sing on my record. PREVIOUS ENTRY - NEXT ENTRY |