033103ambulanceThis here’s a scene from this after­noon that we (me and Eric) haven’t seen since the lat­ter, white-trash, ambulance/police car/firetruck three-times-a-week-needing nextdoor neigh­bor days of 34 School St…tho, there weren’t the usual scream­ing sirens this time…maybe they run things dif­fer­ent over here on the south side of town…

I’m at that phase when I’m doing some­thing where I’ll scrib­ble lots of mean­ing­less ideas into a note­book (“shorten…listen to older demo, take out hiss, add strings, re-record, feed piano-loop thru delay ped­als, build on melody, back­wards ebow, equal­ize drum track”) until some of them make sense/or appeal to me.  Then it’ll take weeks or months to force myself to actu­ally sit down and exe­cute them.  I got 5 min­utes of basic track­ing done.  Yee fuckin haw, man.