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Wacky Monday, Sept. 14, 2009 - 12:44 a.m. Yesterday, I went to Vacaville to help Alan with some solo work. As it turns out, through a series of wacky adventures, I've ended up with a songwriting co-credit. That wasn't my intention when I left home in the morning, honest. Alan has expressly forbidden me to distribute the work yet, so when he says I can, I will, but for now, I am patient to wait until we have a version of the song that he likes enough. But what happened is that he played the basic melody and then turned me loose as far as the harmony went. It was huge work. There's no way a singer looks like their job is anything but glamorous, but believe me, ninety percent of it is tiring and mentally stirring, and extremely boring. However, for the moment of the playback, and the passing of the 'car test' -- the rest is always worth it. And Alan said that any time we do this in the future, he wants to list the writing team as Brownlee / McLaughlin. Holy shit, are you sure? -- Yes, I'm sure. -- I didn't write the song, you did. -- But you did the harmony all by yourself, so that's half. -- Well, okay. --- We got rain, like, measurably annoying amounts of it. And I know why. John AND Alan washed their cars within a few days of each other. --- By the way, a big stunning THANK YOU to John, who woke up early yesterday to drive me to the Ferry Building, even though it was Sunday. And thank you also to Alan, who drove me home because it was past ferry time and so John would be spared the drive. I am blessed. --- That's it. Have a good Monday! ---
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