Thursday

So Thursday morning I woke up on the air mattress with Gordon, and after trying to fight off his attempts at snuggling for nearly twenty minutes I finally gave in. Eat your hearts out girls. (Ed. Note - who finds that image attractive and/or enviable?)

Actually, I woke up with my ass pretty squarely on the tile floor, as the air mattress had apparently taken a cosmic leak in the middle of the night. Oh well.

The first day in the studio for us was a drum day, so it was all in the hands of the human percussion machine Jordan. The rest of us had literally nothing to do as Jordan, Tim and Mike set up drum sounds and got the sweet tracks on wax (or Pro Tools, as it were). So my time was divided between playing X-Box with Pete, fetching lunch, reading and watching Two Weeks Notice.....er....um.....I mean porno! Yeah, it was definitely porno and not some chick flick romantic comedy finally matching the charm of Hugh Grant with the wit and elegance of Sandra Bullock. I mean, who'd watch that? Right? Oh well.

Well, that's about it. As you see, rock and roll can be a very dangerous business...

Tomorrow - Friday (second day of recording and an account of Gordon's first dance with Horse (not really, but hot damn would that be a good story))