I'm getting better....
I'm not the type of person to toot his own horn, but there are a number of things that I am getting better at and I thought I'd take this opportunity to shamefully point these things out:
Those of you who read this blog often know that I am obsessed with the British accent. I think that anytime anyone says anything in a British accent they sound intelligent; far more intelligent than me anyways. My fascination with the UK dialect prompts me to mimic it 90% of my day. I do it at work, I do it on the train, I do it when I buy movie tickets, and I do it in the shower.
Now, don't get me wrong. I don't want to BE British. I'm not one of those guys who walks around trashing on America and talking about how things in the UK are superior to America. I don't even think the British accent is the sexiest accent (everyone knows that French is the sexiest accent). I just like the way it sounds.
Anyways, I've never been able to say "No" correctly in a British accent, but I have almost gotten it down. Americans say "No" as it sounds, but the British say "Naorrr" (that's the best I could do to type the way it sounds).
Also, I've been trying my British in a high to middle toned voice. It's much easier to do it in a slow baritone drawl.
.....the more I write this blog, the more I realize that I may need to be committed by the time I am 60 years old. Hmmm....stay tuned.
I'm getting better at promoting myself. I have NEVER been a fan of assuming people should know and respect me and my music. I've always thought, if people like it, they like it and if they don't, they don't. But now, while maintaining the 'I don't give a fart' principle, I have been pushing my music out to more and more people and not necessarily waiting for them to ask me to hear it. Recent events have led me to work harder at getting to a situation where I am making music full time.
This seems like a good time to tell you to check out my web site at www.qledbetter.com
I have improved as a producer and musician by leaps and bounds in the past month.
P.S. - My mother, who is in her early 60's, sent me a friend request on Facebook. I'm not sure how to handle this. Sometimes women say things to me on that site that mother's are not meant to see.
P.P.S. - Mom, if you're reading this, I assure you the advances made upon me by insane females are unprompted....at least I think so.
P.P.P.S. - I suppose there are some flirtatious things I say to women via Facebook in a playful way that would lead my mother to think that I am some sort of sleazeball or PlayBoy.
P.P.P.P.S. - Mom, if you're reading this, I assure you that I am in no way one of those PlayBoys who chases tail.
...you see how complicated this is for me.