I feel like I’m feeding pieces of my soul into Protools and getting these sketchy demos in exchange. Caleb’s heard some of them. Then I dropped him home at midnight and lost another 4-6 hours. I’m like a junkie… It’s all-consuming…

Essentially, I threw together a song-list not too long ago for a rather important project that I’m not saying a damn thing about just yet… I’ve learned that lesson, finally, it seems. A few days ago, personal circumstance conspired to leave me alone without a whole lot to do. Well, there’s plenty I could do but not I lot I want to. So. I demoed. Sonic sketches. Musical post-it’s. And since Friday (it’s now Monday morning) that’s almost literally all I’ve been doing. That and sleeping (and I squeezed in watching Batman Begins in ten minute intervals somewhere as well )I’m about to go have a shower, finally. I think I’ve earned it.

This is certainly the most complete thing I’ve ever worked on. I’m quite chuffed to be perfectly honest.

Sorry for the state of my english. I can barely string a sentence together in my head at the moment. Looking forward to shower, then bed and hopefully waking up late enough to see someone I dearly miss.

Speaking of seeing people one hasn’t seen for quite a while… No. I’m not going to say. This is, after all, supposed to be a topical… I’m not using the “B” word. I just realised I don’t like it much…

Hey! The Trio’s playing a gig in 9 days. Hyde Park Hotel. 40 minutes. The day before Christmas Eve.

I’ll let you know how the rehearsal goes.