If you’ve ever wondered how a recording session takes place…
I set up the laptop, open up GarageBand, plug in the headphones, adjust the mic settings, pull out a poem, and hit Record. I remind myself to speak clearly, to make sure I have the exact tone, to express the meaning of the poem. I start to fumble over the words, it’s a first pass, it’s normal. It’ll get better the next few rounds. I give it another go. A few lines in and then a tap of the mic. Bugger. Delete. I go several rounds. A dog barks. Delete. The kids run in circles above my studio. Delete. Now I’ve lost the intended tone. Delete. My throat is getting too dry. Delete and grab a drink. I give it one last shot. This one has got to be it. Now for the backing track. Music or sound effects? Match the theme of the poem or make it offbeat? Ooh, a nice saxophone and bongos would be neat. Pulling it all together and listening on repeat. That’s it! This recording is now complete.
Slowly she enters the room
and approaches the bed.
She’s not feeling too keen on much else
than having poetry read.
She opens the book,
scans the room,
and gives you the look
Your breathless monologues
are what she needs.
She’s not looking for more,
only for your words.
Your voice begins to trigger sensations down below
as she closes her eyes,
Your words soothe the tension
as each word is given careful attention,
knowing how each one caresses her mind,
seizing on the opportunity
to the revealing of her true beauty;
this is your one chance for unity.
She is captured by your guise.
You firmly believe the efforts are worthwhile.
The feeling is mutual
and catching you both by surprise.
she’s reached her peak.
There are no more words left to speak.
The mind is tired and the body is weak.
You lean in and say, ‘I guess I’ll be seeing you next week.’