Ugh. It’s a shit swarm of eye strain and fattened ass. Wake up and work at the place that pays me, sit in front of a monitor and keyboard and a real nice mouse, eat lunch, sit back down, then sit in my car as I drive myself back home to sit in front of a monitor and keyboard and a real nice mouse, along with a few keyboards and guitars and a dusty white drumset. And it’s getting warm out, relatively speaking, and my face looks funny. I haven’t shaved in weeks. I’m deathly afraid that Jason may’ve heard me this morning in the Icebox bathroom talking to myself in the mirror. Actually, I was not only talking, but at the same time pulling my cheeks away from my eyes with the length of my fingers. Then I realized I was acting like a crazy person, so I shook my head quickly and got dressed.
Letting it go a little. One way or the other, you finish the project, you put it away. Let all the watermains in town burst and line cars back for 13 miles, what do I care? It’s sunny and warm(er) and I’m wearing a thick sweatband. I think my thoughts need to be tuned, but it’s ok because there’s plenty of reverb in here.
