October 9th, 2005



Encounterfest is over.

"UNITED weekend" at church is over.

Singing for 3 days straight.

No voice. I can only croak a little now. This is the first time ever I have sung and shouted so much that I've lost my voice. I'm amazed and rather amused, actually... and sorta enjoying this croaky low voice, since I've never really experienced it before. I did a bad bad vocal thing and kept singing (mostly alto) even though my voice was shot. Vocal Coach will be displeased.

The CD & DVD recording night was sheer insanity and I was crushed by the overflow from the mosh pit and spent half the night singing and elbowing boys in the gut as they tried to push us. I think male brain cells shut down when electric guitars power up.

And I think I lost 5 kilos in sweat alone.

Gonna try to be mute tomorrow to let my voice recover. Maybe I'll tie a little blackboard slate around my neck like they did in the olden days.