Nelson Galaxy

I’m right on the cusp of laying down some mean, beefy, shouty, punky, new ravy davy vocals and the worst thing imaginable has happened. No, my trousers have not exploded. I have a cold. It has become a rather vicious little virus and is now in full attack mode. Mucus has begun to seep out of my nostrils, my muscles feel like they have been on a mountain hike and my head is being repeatedly karate kicked by Bruce Lee. Usually a cold is just an inconvenience but right now it is a real problem.

My throat feels red raw, almost like it was sand papered during the night. I can hardly speak without major pain. How am I going to be able to sing? I can just vision myself in Napoleon’s studio den, little Audrey looking up at me with expectation and wonder in her little watery doggy eyes. I take a deep breath, ready to burst forth my oral delights into the microphone. I hit the first note, my voice cracks, my throat splits open and that is the end of that. Everything else just sounds weedy and broken.

I am sure I am not the only singer that has had a bad cold. So, what is the answer? Any advice from other singers would be rather wonderful. Is there a medical cure or should I psychologically ignore the pain? I remember that Napoleon used to spray his throat with some manner of barmy fluid, which would take away all feeling. Where can I get me some of this?

Here’s hoping that I do not end up sounding like a gruff neanderthal gargling fire with a bee.