The 'Fake and The Fabuless', though short, is actually the first chapter in a larger concept that will span across multiple releases. So, when it came to the title of the track I didn't want to get overly specific. I needed a song that could convey the overall meaning of the album, sort of like the way a narrator sings the introductory song in musicals or operas. I wanted everything on that album to sound as big and as theatrical as possible and this song was no exception. Even though it wasn't filled out with some of the orchestration of some of the other tracks (like timpani drums, strings, horns, etc.) I still wanted to give it the oversized feeling. To accomplish that I brought in everyone I knew with a half-way decent voice into the studio for choir vocals.(If you ever want a choir in your song, I highly suggest finding an actual choir because dealing with friends who think they're diva's gets very frustrating and very expensive very quickly.)

There was one girl in particular who, by the end of the day, I had no tolerance for. She thought she was "special". That she shouldn't have to sing what the other girls were singing. She had agreed to what I asked of her and then once we hit the record button she would do something entirely different. She truly believed that my very expensive, pay-by-the-hour, recording session was the place to let her very "special" vocal talents shine through. By the end of the night it was an all out screaming match. If she wasn't a 6'5" behemoth of a woman I probably would of tossed her out of the studio myself. As it was though, she definitely could have taken me. She probably could've taken out Peter Steele, and that guy was a goth super hero.

After a couple hours of her behavior, the entire studio was complete mayhem. The Amazonian diva was crying in the corner because she had been told to go home by pretty much everyone present. She had deteriorated into a ball of sweaty blonde weave, snot, tears, and bordello shoes. Though I probably shouldn't have had much compassion, I started to feel bad that everyone was laying into her so hard. I finally took the engineer aside and told him to record her however she wants and that we would just turn her vocals down during mixing. Ultimately, we were surprised to find one track from our practice run, that actually blended well with the rest of the choir. She had sung it properly the very first time, by accident. Hours wasted, money wasted, and a mountain of drama for nothing� lesson learned.