Nothing to do with the sunshine. I brought a guitar into the living room to play for Joan and Rufus. That evolved into "Hey, I should record this," so into the music room. I put down a guitar track and then heard some thumping at the door. Joan generally doesn't knock when I'm recording. When I opened the door, it was the furry boy... he doesn't like a closed door, and he wants access to his person.
I sat with him for a bit before recording a vocal track...
2 comments:
He sure has you trained. LOL
Bill Kelleher
That's my job: making the furry boy happy.
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