Much to my chagrin, I'll not be going to school this first half of the semester. They're not offering any classes I haven't taken till like in March, so that leaves me with lots of free time after work. Yes, I'm bored out of my mind.
But it isn't too bad this time around tho; I refuse to not have something to do. So, after work, I came straight to 'The Studio.'
A typical studio session involves yours truly attaching that crappy little Bluetooth mike right next to my mouth, then playing some instrumentals and trying to sing to them and record it all, just to hear how I sound like on tape. [Well, on MP3] Needless to say, it never sounds great, but it's something to do, and it's usually so bad it's funny to me. Either that, or I set up the camcorder and act a fool, as you might've seen me do in the past. I have an arsenal of such sessions on the computer that I guard with my life.
Yes, I've no life.
I woke up today with Mario's 'Crying Out For Me' joint in mind, and have been humming it all day long. I love that joint, so it's only right I should dedicate today's studio session to it. Problem is, I ended up sounding terrible, kinda like the gay flight attendant in Soul Plane the movie, when he sings 'I'm a Survivor.' It's so horrendous, in fact, that I have to share it with you.
Hope you [don't] enjoy it. Feel free to be brutally honest.
[You're probably not surprised, I'd imagine, that I had to throw a car in there, right?]