Sundays are weird in here.The club, all the bars and restaurants,in fact the whole place is closed. There is nobody here in this huge building except for us and the security guard downstairs.
In the morning he lets us in through the side door and we have to take the bins (goods) lift up to the top floor. It honks so badly of boozy bin juice it is quite an effort to suppress the gag reflex. There are few worse smells than the bins of a boozer after a Saturday night. Lovley way to start the day. Just glad I wasn’t drinking last night.
Today we had to make a decision about which version of a song we were going to go with. Version 1 was done in Westside studios a couple of months ago and version 2 was done the last time we were in here. 1 is rough and ready but has a certain something, 2 is a much more proffesional sounding affair. We had kind of forgotten about the first one but Franny rediscovered it the other night and seemed to think it was the one.
As is often the case he was right. It’s just a lot more exciting to listen to. And the playing wasn’t bad at all. It’s a pretty complete recording. On listening Franny wanted to tinker with the lyrics and then put on his vocal. So we left him to it. Well Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest isn’t it? Hope there’s more tomorrow. At least there’ll be no bins.
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