Little person starts to cry confronted with my impatience. Isn’t possible for her to understand that the dance class starts at a certain time. She can’t tell time and she loves the dance class. Was ready to go moments ago but then the dust. Busy now exploring pieces of dust. What is my problem these are amazing pieces of dust. She was even trying to collect them on tape and make me a gift. Ungrateful grown up. Can’t say anything to reassure her, now wailing at higher decibels. It is me that has to change not her.
The first time I recorded Mary Margaret O’Hara I hit record, she sang, I liked some parts but not every part, she came into the control room and I explained my opinions about what was good and what wasn’t, then I played it back to prove my point but had an unexpected surprise, heard more in playback than I recalled during recording. Felt awkward but stuck to my initial feedback, after all I’m in charge and I’m going to prove how smart I am. Mary Margaret isn’t someone I ever saw be frustrated or angry. She went back genially to the microphone and we repeated the same experience (a few more times). The fact is after each playback, what I felt so certain about kept proving incorrect. Decided to shut up and collect her improvisations and study it over time. Make decisions later. Stop disrupting her instincts since they’re more unique than I can process; was me that needed to change.