“…that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
Alfred Tennyson, Idylls of the King, and a selection of Poems
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Recording music, it’s such a creepy cocktail of pain and pleasure for me. The obscene amount of self analysis that takes place leaves me hovering over a whirlpool of insanity, I can feel the vortex sucking me in! By the end of a session every muscle in my body aches, mentally and emotionally I’ve been drained to an inch of my being – as I lay horizontal staring blankly at the ceiling with drawl forming at the corners of my mouth. You’d think I’d run a marathon with a gun wedged in my spine. Not recorded a few measly songs.
“Why do you do it?” you…
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theconservativehillbilly 
Mar 01, 2012 @ 08:49:27