Singing

Monsieur Galaxy is coming up to record some more of his electric album in a couple of weeks. I know that he is very excited about it – and so he should be: it is sounding rather good.

I love to watch him when he is singing in the studio. He really lets fly when the tape starts rolling and we always end up at the end of a session with take after take of amazing vocals and loads of ad-lib shouty craziness. I admire his technique; I am always a little restrained when I step up to the microphone in a studio environment but Nelson seems to be able to instantly transport himself to the stage or to some electrifying private arena, and never holds back. It is the abundance of all that rock’n’roll spunk that sloshes around inside the lad, I suppose.

He is a prodigious singer, too. His talent is a raw one – his voice is untrained and lacking in control at times – but his performances are always exciting and captivating.

I remember going to see him singing in a school play once when he was a nipper, adenoidal and embarrassed and self-conscious as all hell. But boy did he stand out from his classmates when he opened his mouth and filled his lungs with the dusty air of the school hall. Out came one of the most forceful and beautiful voices I have ever heard. His fellow pupils were braying all around him in unbroken voices; the hall was filled with the sound of fog-horns and trapped animals. But somewhere in there, clear as a bell and singing for all he was worth, was Nelson, relaxing in the wilderness of a perfect tenor and oblivious to the cacophony that surrounded him.

Tagged as: Nelson Galaxy, Recording Studio, Singing

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