Having had, again, a good mixing day yesterday, and considering the warm reception of my somewhat controversial entry of last week regarding that subject, among others, I decided not to write anything about hair today.
So far, we've mixed three songs in thee sessions, though this, in some twisted way, doesn't mean a single song per session. It does mean, however, that there are now four mixed songs. This demonstrates the way musicians perceive mathematics, or maybe the other way around. It is absolutely true, however.
Those songs, just in case you're wondering, are the ones written for, and in some cases sung by, my Funkapella band, which doesn't really exist anymore. However, since I don't want all the good/weird/silly (don't delete anything) songs I wrote for that band to disappear or be forgotten, I'm working on the album myself, using some recordings which were done before the group disbanded, plus a lot of voices by myself.
Those four songs, according to my calculations, take a bit more than twelve minutes of play-time, all in all. This is quite a pity, because I have about five more songs to work on, which, if we assume a very optimistic averge of 3.5 minute per song, will give us 22.5 more play-time minutes, bringing the total to about 45 minutes. This is quite short for a full album. Either I'll have to use some of the English songs I wrote for the band, or I'll have write some new Hebrew songs. The former solution is quite problematic, because I don't like mixing Hebrew and English songs in the same album (I don't mind using both in the same song, in special cases, when the English part is a special C part which quotes from something else). I've no objection to the latter solution, but I was never able to control my own productivity, which means that I might have to wait for many years till for a good enough song to present itself.
Of course, there's always the possibility of recording a cover version of some known song, but I don't like the idea. It's the easiest solution. Usually I like easy solutions, but this particular one is almost like admitting defeat. Fuy.
Having read all this, I guess that at least some of you now regret the fact that this entry was not about hair.