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.
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