Surgical Words

Just moved the mixer and mic stand into my room, so I did a bit of recording. I’m particularly fond of slightly off-pan diads for some reason that I cannot discern at this time.

I also recorded myself playing accordion last week. I suck, but if I keep practicing and fix the very old, very dead cow straps it’ll be a bit easier.

There are rumblings of both experimental music with Matt and possibilities of a band of similar sort with Dylan, Rohail, Knox, and Matt, if he’s interested. Elspeth, of course, wants to play the tambourine.

Rohail’s life is tumescent at the moment — we tried to get together to play, but he has company. He was, needless to say, less than pleased.

Sporticus from Lazytown is a pedophile. This is simply for your future reference.

Staying friends is easier. As I said, in retrospect, to Elspeth — your friends are like you. If you try to love a friend, you end up hating yourself.

Who would have thought someone who loathed me a few months ago could open up that much?