There’s been a helicopter circling around within earshot for about 30 minutes now. It probably means there’s an accident or a traffic situation out on the highway that isn’t far from here.
Either that or The Man is coming for me. Henry Hill style.
Stir that gravy!*
*I am guessing I’ve made that particular Goodfella’s joke on this here blog thingie at least a thousand times. It’s okay, so long as you don’t make the call from inside the house.
I am about to leave to bring my step daughter to softball practice. 90 minutes later I will pick her up. The plan? Drop her off, find a parking spot as far away from civilization as humanly possible, crack out the MacBook and record at least two songs worth of vocals.
Think I can do it? I did it Thursday night when I dropped the kids off for karate, and I actually wrote the basics for songs #10 and 11 in the same parking lot two weeks ago.
Wish me luck!
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