A Monday Spent in Recovery
A whirlwind weekend — rehearsal, recording, videography — the resulting video a tribute to a rock star recently passed. Long hours, long days, longer nights, then Monday.
After getting Forrest to the truck, I desperately needed 'down time' and quiet to grab a little sleep. And, of course, as soon as I fell comatose into bed, Mom said that a friend showed up. I guess they stayed quite awhile, glancing every so often toward the door to my bedroom that sits at one end of a balcony span overlooking the great room. But I was far gone into oblivion, literally banked by a protective passel of cats, Laddie, the dog, snoozing away, guard-of-the-door.
I didn't get more than the necessities done yesterday. I couldn't. I was wobbling on my feet with exhaustion. But it was a happy, productive weekend, which is nice. We actually rehearsed, recorded, and successfully video recorded Forrest's arrangement of Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden's Chris Cornell. Then I compiled the video.
It took five-and-a-half hours to put the video together, and, that, for me, is miracle fast, because I usually spend at least three days compiling them. I wanted it done by the time Forrest woke, so pulled an all nighter after getting house and hold battened down for the night. And I managed it — just. On render, there's only one not-so-glaring mistake — quite a feat when you're doing something on-the-fly.
The response to it has been lackluster, but that's okay. We're happy.
While yesterday was recovery, today I'm feeling like 'the day after'. You know the feeling, I'm sure. Over-indulgence in anything carries an aftermath of echoed requite.
So, meanwhile, here's our version of Black Hole Sun.