I’ve cut one little section of the front yard. My back is terribly unhappy with me.
I’m sitting on the back patio, watching Agents of Shield on my iPad as the wind whips through the very tall grass. In the woods in front of me there are three turkeys hanging out. In the woods to my right there are three or four kids exploring the wilderness.
I’m curious to see if they meet up.
I’m pretty good at this one.
We are playing this for the first time. I’m pretty psyched.
I’m not good at this game.
Let’s summarize today’s musical milestones.
First, I mixed a song. It was the 26th song for 50/90 overall, but it was also the 10th song written and recorded entirely within the month of August. That means for the seventh month in a row I have completed an RPM Challenge rules, album in a month in 29 days. That is insane.
After that I arranged two sets of ideas, just bass and drums, into something that passes for a song form.
After that, I recorded lead guitars on two songs, then took a break to help my step son with a project, then recorded lead guitars on three more. When I ran out of songs that were ready for leads I added rhythm guitars to three songs.
I am now, temporarily, out of songs that are ready for guitar parts of any kind. I have five songs that are ready to mix, and I expect to pick off one or two tonight, and six songs that are ready for lyrics.
Wow.
I still want to kick off at least three more ideas before August ends. I want to be at least at 40 songs by the end of the month and I’m at 37 now.
Next up is dinner, and then probably a memorial viewing of Black Panther. Then I’ll try to mix another song.
Yikes.
She always sits in the exact spot to maximize being in my way. She has some weird sixth sense.
I have zero memory of how to play this game.
I triggered the photo using the volume up button on the side of my iPhone. I actually used my tendinitis thumb. It hurt. A Lot. Then I did it again because I’m an idiot.
Patches was trying to take over my desk and stop me from working. There was an empty water bottle on the desk with her. She bumped into it and knocked it over. When she did she sort of jumped in place and snapped off one of her claws. The cat version of breaking a nail, perhaps? I’m guessing it’s much more traumatic than that.
