Teresa and I saw Phantom of the Opera at BYU. There’s nothing quite like being in a theater with blasting organ music sending vibrations over your body, epic lighting, and a magical, flying chandelier. The delivery of the performers was too melodramatic for my taste, but it was an incredible production nonetheless. The climax brought tears to my eyes.
Tonight we spent a few hours recording. It seems that the only way to really record a song is in the wee hours of the night. You can try to do it during the day, but it always takes longer than planned, and there’s something about the peace and quiet of the night that facilitates not only progress but brilliance. Though this is assuming you can get beyond the initial crash that hits the body around ten o’clock.