Last night Deb and I recorded most of the music for Fallen – lots of delicious Grandi, and other bits and pieces. All a bit hairy – polyphony one voice at a time is nothing like three-part BV’s, especially when you’re singing to a midi organ track. Am disgusted with the way I sound, but at least it’s more or less in tune. Must have some singing lessons again soon. The boys had to make do with Domino’s pizza, again, but I didn’t hear them complaining. Son 1 was terrific and got Son 2 to bed; Son 2 was terrific and let Son 1 put him to bed, and didn’t complain once about the caterwauling under his bedroom. I wonder what they will think of their childhood when they are grown – having to put up with a mother that has too many things in her head at once. What does your mum do? Oh, she writes articles about musical pornography, sings a bit, keeps disappearing off to conferences and libraries and stuff, comes home late from committee meetings, calls going to Red Hot Chili Peppers gigs “research” (well, it is)…