And so I was up till 8am. Again. I had to leave for the studio by 10.30am, so that sort of sucked the four foot dick, but this too we survive. I picked up Heather from the Perk, downed a chocolate mocha (which no-one but Mitzi seems to be able to make right) and headed to Puresound, slowly beginning to vibrate.
I don’t know what they put in those things, but the time I was recording my guitar solos, I was playing a mile-a-minute….
Hrm. Rowan’s here. More later.
Hrm… so where was I… oh yeah. Rowan cometh. Which is in the past. But it’s in the future of this post, so we shall not speak of it again, until the time cometh. And for all of you sickos (or perhaps just hopefuls) who want to make Rowan cometh jokes, well – I’ll get you some day and lay out some smackdown.
We worked on a LOT of stuff.
Just about finished Bulldozer. Nailed the percussion on Counting. The second guitar on March of the Rabbit kicks ass if I do say so myself. Nailed the guitar solo for PINE (thanks to that mocha). Mixed Pocketing (it’s got some more percussion work to go) punched some missed lyrics in Strain and in In the Water. All in all a damned busy (and productive) day.
I Love having a percussionist for an engineer. Jeremy just knows just knows his shit SO well… and I Love how he mics Heather’s voice. She’s never sounded so velvet.
After the studio, Heather and I both headed over to Perk to play the open mic.
Had a good time there. Relaxed a bunch, but felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone. Most everyone’s sort of coupled off at the moment, but after a while I found myself someone sweet to go home with: Rowan and I went back to his place afterwards and sat with my collection of downloaded Robot Chicken. We also fixed my Alienware with military issue duct tape. It’s not pretty.
Sleepy. Got a LOT of writing to do for the Journal, the Studio Journal, emails that I haven’t answered… AND I’ve only had 2 hours of sleep…. sigh. The bed calls sooo very, very soon.
