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Three to Get Ready

So after a week off---for a WEDDING!!!?? What in the world??!?! One of our musicians asked for a few days off. We had no idea until he returned that it was because he was rushing off to get married!! While we are celebrating with him, I became a bit concerned because he married a woman from not just out of town, but out of state! This means that in two weeks, he's moving away. Yikes. It will be very sad to see him go, not simply because he's a friend, but because he also happens to be a very accomplished addition to the project.

Of course (like everything else on this project), God intervened in a wonderful and most unexpected way. One of the initial invitations for this project had gone out to my friend Anthony Montoya, who had temporarily dropped off the radar. Well, wouldn't you know, I get a "random" phone call and v/m from him the day of the rehearsal after I got the news...and he wanted to be a part of the project. I called him right away and told him to be at rehearsal, and it appears that God has solved our personnel problems almost on the spot!!

This week was a little rough at rehearsal, since we had taken a week off. It took us slightly longer than normal to get into the pocket of the groove and we had to work a little harder to get a solid take on recording day. Even though we'd only had two weeks of playing time previous to this, it somehow made a difference with being consistent.

A personal highlight this weekend was recording a tune that is keyboard centric. The original arrangement of Sweet Hour of Prayer is somewhere between Sigur Ros and doo-wop, if you can imagine. The possibilities with this particular arrangement have me quite giddy to get into post production!


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