My work schedule is screwy this week. Telecommuting was today instead of tomorrow. I missed my chance to get some serious music done. I haven’t been able to get more then four hours of sleep a night this week and this morning after my wife went to work I just went back to bed. Then during lunch I did laundry.
No musical progress was made tonight. Missed opportunity indeed.
I haven’t posted anything today, so how about a pic of a seagull at Lake Ontario?
I finished two songs tonight. This one comes from a floridaman story. Read it here.
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The second song… I have no idea what it is about. Maybe sort of about not wanting to go to work or something like that.
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The music for both of these turd burgers was written while on vacation. I was just out of control crazy like that. Must have been the proximity to the birth places of all three members of Rush.
I had to go to our building in Canton this morning for a meeting. It was FREEZING in there. When I got back to Westwood it was too hot. There was also a card on my desk congratulating me on my 10th anniversary. It was signed by the top people.
I appreciate it, even if my 10th anniversary does for some reason fill me with a sense of impending doom.
Why is that?
I recorded all of the guitars for four songs yesterday, and two more tonight.
My finger tips are KILLING ME!
I also went food shopping tonight and once again I avoided Market Basket. Just in case they thought I forgot about them.
I broke a pick tonight. I can’t remember the last time I broke a pick while playing. Was it 1987? Could be.
It’s done! Or as least as done as it’s getting.
What a journey it’s been.
None of the stuff you see is in a definite final place yet, but this half of the cellar hasn’t been this clean since we moved in.
I just took down my old ADAT recording set up. I haven’t used it since 2011. While moving things around, I became reacquainted with these two kids.
Getting them into 50/90 is now a moral imperative.
The cellar cleanup recommenced today. So far we’ve got one full trash barrel, one very small, very dead garter snake that looked like it had been there for years, and the spider population has been reduced by six.
Progress!
