Earth by April.

I am listening to e. e. cummings sing one of his poems, and that phrase caught my ear. I feel like I’m well on the way to having the earth by April.

The record has gone to the first round of mastering. It’s like a hot potato – I can barely touch it. I can’t get past the things that didn’t come off quite like I wanted. I know I have to distance myself, but it hasn’t happened yet. Hmph.

FAWM is over and yet it’s not; I am starting a new musical project next week that involves the high velocity completion of demos. Seven songs that are basically finished but not quite; I’m hoping to find a little magic in the recording stage.

The piano tuner’s coming over on Friday to get my girl, my Yamaha upright, in shape for the recording of a new piano song.

Life is good. I’ve been flying. Things have taken a beautiful turn in my world.

x,
j.

Mastering.

I am having my record mastered....RIGHT NOW!!!!

We're reaching the finish line of a very long, long race, folks.

More soon,

jul

March.

Whew.

I am still a little dizzy from the last 24 hours, in which I demoed five songs. Only two of which were even partially written before I started playing around in the workshop. Crossed the finish line at about 2am. Not a bad day's work.

I'm sure I should do some kind of recap, I'm just trying to stay awake at this point.

Kudos to my fellow NY FAWM compatriots: Ken, Jodes, Mike.

It was a good, good month.

jul