March 22, 2011
Awoke to clarity at 5.30 a.m. The deluge of last night had cleared to the faintest spitting, the skies washed, the air clear of taint. The mic was still on from last night, warm tubes ready for dawn vocals and fragile picking.
By 6 a.m. I’d recorded ‘The Right Guy’, my tenor voice at its deepest and most intimate, straight from slumber.
This was intended as a private demo to send to Kerry, Kevin and Dave Navarro, but… there’s magic in it. I guess this is the one. I guess I can’t conjure up that level of yearning and actual tears at will, better just go with the home demo.