Thursday began like almost every other here in Oxford. Johnny got up early and went swimming. Philip practiced “Sarah” by Phil Lynott on his alto saxamaphone so he’ll be able to loudly but kind-heartedly serenade his lovely lady (coincidentally also named Sarah) while she gives birth to their baby in a few days time. Phil is leaving on Saturday to perform at the big event. Kieran went for another run up the hill but stopped after ten minutes, cross-eyed and breathless. Heavy-lunged he made his way home to do something far more fulfilling and cozy, talk to his wife on skype in the comfort of their own free space IN the internet. Max woke up and turned on ESPN’s sportscenter where he could get all the same “news” he had watched the night before but presented by two new hosts. He loves sports so much he doesn’t mind getting caught in a déjà-vu of replays and top ten plays and cheesy commentary. “Yo, he must be butter...cos he’s on a roll!” Kieran, Phil and Max met in the kitchen to make each other eggs and things before Brock came to pick them up and take them to the studio. Kyle was making sure we sounded good on the Apple Mac (Product placement) nudging parts this way and that and doing some basic mixing. So there’s time for Phil and Max to shoot some hoops and try to break the most pathetic record of all time. 5 shots made in a row. We just can’t get 6. Who really care, eh? We’re not hoopsters, we’re unhip hipsters. Get in and start playing “UP” together in the room. A few takes, a few changes of drum sound...more sheets of paper on the snare, some chewing gum and Max’s wallet, believe it or not. Play through the song a few times. Some deli sandwiches, yum yum Italian meaty things that are so big they need to be liquidized to consume and then back for a few more goes. We take a dinner break to head to Marie’s Lebanese Restaurant for the Veggie plates and hummus and Falafel wraps...and a few cheeky French fries. Back to Sweet Tea and we get it done in three takes. Genius!...or at least the computer and Kyle will make it sound like genius. Home to the range for some touchdown dip...won’t bother explaining that...a glass of ice cold Coca Cola and bed. Phil is now “two sleeps from home.” COME ON FRIDAY!!! |
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