We! Could! Do! Anything!

the refrain repeats in my head as i navigate the airport terminal. i sing, drawing out the syllables of 'anything' into a sonorous moan. fellow passengers waiting at the TSA checkpoint look at me like i have two heads. i could do anything, i'm utterly unpredictable at this point. hide your sons and daughters.

i slept none on the plane today. there was a brief moment when i forgot for a second that i was there, but i wouldn't call it sleep. lots of space though - a row to myself and playing peek-a-boo with the tot in front of me. on the next leg (almost no layover) the deaf lady i passed notes with told me "you are a wonderful boy".

i think we finished the album. just compared notes with greg on the phone, there is few things left to do. technical things. deletion of scritchies. bounce (to disc). sleep. must sleep.

notes to Jon Cohrs on mastering - very few:

deerhead like cody chestnutt, ie. too much compression.

and

beware the sub synth triggered by the kick in many of these songs.


also, to greg. for deerhead remix, try adjusting the subsynth frequency. i usually use about 80-120. it's much higher on deerhead now. that song is not normal.


to the band: good work, my god men! i applaud your capacitors. the frequencies resonate. elmo has left the building. keep writing words for the horns, and horns for the words. tamborine trapezoid trumpet triangle. break a tow, mo' tha' mow. wimbeldon folly hamburger volley. sunshine sinks boats in moats root beer. grape leaves, baklava. tangerine, rakmaninov. sandpaper doorknob!