Of everything I have recorded over the years, this is my favorite.
And dudes. I have recorded some THINGS.
Picture it: Colleen, on the train. She is finally on time to work, which happens maybe once a week. She is one stop away from her final destination. The doors open to let passengers off and the magical sound of a raspy, gloriously authentic male voice singing "You Are My Sunshine" floats in and reaches her ears.
Inner dialogue: Holy crap. This is amazing. I would love to record it. I SHOULD record it. But I want to be on time to work since it never happens. BUT since it never happens, it won't matter if I'm late just one more time. Right? No, I'm being crazy. NO. YES! I need it. This is irresponsible. WHATEVER. I AM DOING IT.
<hops off the train>
"Sir, if I give you this cash, will you start singing from the beginning?"
And then, we performed our duet. And then the next train arrived.
THE SUNDAY SOUND: November 2, You Are My Sunshine.
I would love to record an album with this dude.