1: I need to still get rid of a lot of shit;
2: I need to work on my voice....BIG TIME!;
3: I'm fucking bored!;
4: I need to work on my voice...BIG TIME.
Did I repeat myself? Well, duh! The old vocal chords are seriously in need of help and no matter what I seem to try only serves to illuminate just how bad my voice has become since TTT (that stands for THE TUMA TIME). Yeah, I know it's spelt TUMOR but it's my attempt at levity. It's a long road back to where I was two years ago when I was still in a band and singing all the time.
I guess I just have to take heed to that old joke: How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice!
