Listening to Chasers is a surreal experience. I'm listening along to good singing, most of which I can listen to objectively, like I'd listen to any other group. And then, suddenly, they switch albums and eras and I'm listening to me.
It's not like I have a solo or anything - I just sang backup. Still, I can vividly remember the recording sessions for most of these songs, I know every voice, and objectivity goes out the window. Instead of "this is a gorgeous cover of 'Georgia on My Mind,'" I'm thinking "I think I can pick out Hugh's voice on the bridge," and "I wonder what Shelley's doing now?"
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