shots on goal

Wow. The page looked neat with only one sad little post lingering there. Kind of a nice change after the niagra falls of text this used to be.

I wish I had more time to keep this up. I wish I had more time to do lots of things...like go out to eat, see my friends, contemplate a combover...but I cannot. Which is fine. I'm singularly focused on finishing this album by May, and it's consumed nearly all of my concentration, will, energy, and all the other crap that makes the man...barring my time at work. I have to keep going there. Which is fine. I like my job. It's just a trick having it, and finishing this album.

Would you all die of boredom if I posted nothing but observations and studio notes? Kind of boring really, but as far as I go, I'm always learning something new with every project and maybe it's interesting. Or not. Either way, it's just about the only thing I'm thinking about these days. Pretty much nothing else holds my interest for more than a minute or two.

If I owe you an email or phone call--and I probably do--please bear with me. I know there's some business to take care of here and there, but when I get into this mode, I have great difficulty holding everything else down. It's all I can do to even prepare food, let alone answer the phone or write emails.

A couple of days ago, someone remarked to me that I sounded sad in my last couple of posts...sort of connected to the current state of things.

I'm not sure how that feeling came across, but apparently it did. The thing is, that couldn't be further from the truth. Yes, everything's condensed down to a fine point of concentration with an enormous amount of exclusion going on, and yes, there isn't much of normal living going on (whatever "normal" living is), but the place I'm in now--a place I get into from time to time depending on projects and expectations--is frightfully exciting for me. It's crazy, it's hard, it's fraught with worry and hard choices, too little sleep, financial risk, bouts of insomnia, lapsed friendships, and bad health, but it feels like what I'm meant to do here. I may be terribly worried or stressed or anxious or whatever, but I know that I'm also happy, and I know that when I'm done with this, I'll be happy that I wrecked myself doing it...and I know that I'll be ready to do it again.

Okay, enough of the distressing self-regard.

I hate that.

In other news, my cat found out what happens when prey fight back: she got sprayed by a skunk. Pretty damned funny actually...except she smells like burned car parts and rotten weeds.

Also, I'll be visiting you Torontoans (Torontoans? Torontans? Torontarians?) in April. Looks like the DJ thing might be picking up just a little. I might also have a couple other gigs elsewhere in the country. Will advise.

Oh, uh, yeah, almost forgot: the latest release is out this week I think.

Is it sad that I don't even know when my singles are coming out?

I'm not sure what that's more a comment on, my apathy in regards to ever fluid schedules, or my current inability to think about anything. Anyway, a phone call is due to my friends over at Palette so I'll advise on that too. The word is that their new distributor is rockin', so perhaps we'll do nicely. If it manages to pull off some of the exposure the previous one did, I'll be very pleased.

And that friends is just about enough from me.

Enjoy your week!