There's a bit of emotional crushage but that's not a reason to stop the Thirty Days of Christmas. In fact, it's all the more as otherwise it would be taking it out on you.
I got a tip on how to mail out the stuff that's been difficult to send for some while (i.e. odd shapes, etc). That could very well happen tomorrow and I very much hope it does.
What I hope to deliver most of all is "The Cat in the Space Between Things" but this ain't blues and it doesn't want to hear about emotional crushage. This won't be ready for tomorrow but it needs progress.
I'll do a trial run to see whether I want to try recording. Half of me is saying fuck it, watch a movie and go to sleep but that's Facebook thinking.
So you focus ... love, light, music ... and the organ sound that comes in on the first loop sucks. That's yer answer. If I remake that loop with piano instead of organ then the transition from twinkly artsy-fartsy piano to the loop will be much more natural. Making something for that would be an Accomplishment.
Plus the second loop was way too loud. It's trippy, dreamy, and not some hammerhead trying to soften up an octopus to eat.
I feel like complete shit and really don't want to do anything ... but ... that makes it all the more important to try because the only thing left when you give up trying is Facebook.
If Christmas were easy, it wouldn't be a good trick so that can only mean one thing: shut up and play.
There will be thirty days of Christmas because that ain't about me, it's about you. Don't worry about Knecht Ruprecht as he ain't here either, just me an' Tobey the Dog ... plus some lazy cats. I know. I can't help being a Casanova. I'll work on that another time. Right now it's time to play.
Update: it was a bust. I'll try to do those deliveries later.
(Ed: where's the Christmas?)
When a little kid blows at a dandelion for the first time.
I got a tip on how to mail out the stuff that's been difficult to send for some while (i.e. odd shapes, etc). That could very well happen tomorrow and I very much hope it does.
What I hope to deliver most of all is "The Cat in the Space Between Things" but this ain't blues and it doesn't want to hear about emotional crushage. This won't be ready for tomorrow but it needs progress.
I'll do a trial run to see whether I want to try recording. Half of me is saying fuck it, watch a movie and go to sleep but that's Facebook thinking.
So you focus ... love, light, music ... and the organ sound that comes in on the first loop sucks. That's yer answer. If I remake that loop with piano instead of organ then the transition from twinkly artsy-fartsy piano to the loop will be much more natural. Making something for that would be an Accomplishment.
Plus the second loop was way too loud. It's trippy, dreamy, and not some hammerhead trying to soften up an octopus to eat.
I feel like complete shit and really don't want to do anything ... but ... that makes it all the more important to try because the only thing left when you give up trying is Facebook.
If Christmas were easy, it wouldn't be a good trick so that can only mean one thing: shut up and play.
There will be thirty days of Christmas because that ain't about me, it's about you. Don't worry about Knecht Ruprecht as he ain't here either, just me an' Tobey the Dog ... plus some lazy cats. I know. I can't help being a Casanova. I'll work on that another time. Right now it's time to play.
Update: it was a bust. I'll try to do those deliveries later.
(Ed: where's the Christmas?)
When a little kid blows at a dandelion for the first time.
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