When it's not being used to prepare bean burritos and cubed watermelon, my kitchen can serve as a recording studio.
Jesse and I recorded a cover of a Billy Joel song one morning during his stay. Jesse did all the work--instruments, arrangement, and mixing. He is amazingly talented. I want his voice. And if I can't have his voice, I'll take his metabolism. (Please!)
It was a no-brainer to pick a Billy Joel song because Mr. Joel's music was the soundtrack of our childhoods, the common denominator in our big family's musical taste. To this day, a Billy Joel song can evoke vivid memories for me: the blue shag carpet in our living room, my brother Justin playing a towel like a saxophone, the sway and bob of our little houseboat on Lake Powell, the sound of a vacuum and the smell of Comet on a Saturday morning. And now it will include another vivid memory: my little brother and me in my kitchen on an overcast spring morning.
You can listen to our little gem by clicking here.