It's that time again fellow bumlickers.....and I'm not talking about Christmas.The wild ride that was Fortune's Favour is over and it's time for the boys to get back in the studio and reinvent the Great Big wheel...for the 10th time. The gloves are off.
When Dan Hill wrote "Sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much" he wasn't longing for a lover, he was looking for a way out of the isolation booth.
Live performance comes with many risks and uncertainties. That's what makes it so exciting. The studio, however, can be a very lonely and and unforgiving place where a man's imperfections are brutally magnified under the microphone. For fellow recovering catholics, the experience is not unlike that of the confessional. You walk into the booth seeking compassion and spill your guts but instead of absolution you get "too fast" or "flat" or simply "again". Penance is exacted on the spot and it aint just a pocketful of Hail Mary's.
The tape tells no lies. We are left naked and exposed. Like a teenager enduring puberty only without all the wet dreams. Vulnerable.
But as the saying goes, " what doesn't kill you....". I'm sure the lads will all come out of this as stronger human beings in the end. Or broken shells of their former selves.
Either way.
It's on.
tosh