Working on a Sunday. You see what I do for you?
The work is happening at my house, because we're recording a VIP guest who happens to live there. She's called Kerry and she is, to put it bluntly, my girlfriend and occasionally my girlfiend. Of course it is disgraceful and immoral if someone were to appear on an album purely because of their relationship to its producer. In all things, the highest standards of probity must be observed, especially in regard to music making. I, for example, had to work my way through a gruelling series of open auditions and national telephone votes before I became Guitarist Of Aqualung Idol (although I suspect there was an enormous sympathy vote because of my disability/weight).
It was the proudest day of my life.
It's so high it sounds a bit unnatural - quite a lot like the female choir patch on the beloved M-Tron, in fact, but reassuringly real. After Matt has gone I start wondering about the backing vocal group idea for Rolls So Deep, and since the mic's already up, I wonder if Kerry would give it a go. She'd be the first to admit she's not a gospel singer, but there's something about the high pitch of the part and the fact that she is an actual woman that really works. It's softer than the Aladdin Sane sound - nearer to Crazy Love by Van Morrison, in fact - and suddenly the song starts to sound properly good, especially the big 'Yeah!'s at the end of the chorus.
