Singing

I've just spent an hour re-singing four of the songs because I could hear the difference between vocal edits through headphones. The sound in the kitchen has changed because there are tiles there now instead of linoleum, and I've got no idea if the new vocals are any better than what's there or not. I'll listen tomorrow. I just thought it would be good to sing them in the spirit of Sunday, because Sunday was good- and spirited.Arfur was barking wildly when I started, but I think his owners have taken him indoors, the poor lonely thing. I've wondered about going out there and entertaining him somehow. Not by singing, though Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me A Bow Wow and How Much Is That Doggy In The Window spring to mind instantly. Maybe I should.How strange gender is, I was thinking. You know, all the fuss about she-punks. Gina invented he-punks, which I confess made me snort with laughter. I made her a dog-punk card for her birthday singing 'I don't want a howlidog in the sun'. Very punk,…