So long the recording process seems. You can lose track of reality, even forgetting how to play the songs. I tend to get all absorbed in the manufacturing of textures and new sounds. Once the foundation of a new song is laid, the breathing of synthetic life into it becomes a frenzied passion. Spring style phosphorus fueled growth uncomfortably sprouting out of every pore. The trick is to let it all hang out, but only show y’all the good parts!
It’s easy to spend a day shaping a sound, finding its melody and place, only to toss it away because, as it might have made me all happy inside, but it didn’t fit the song. Working alone has its bad points. I get all excited and think I made the noise equivalent of mother god vibrational ear chocolate, only to have Quinn hear it and say ” oh, you sure have a lot of reverb there, don’t ya”, or Hill hear it and say ” Wow, what the hell are you thinking?” or Eric hear it and….. not respond at all. Oye! All I have to say is OYE!
I’m not sure what that means in relation to the finished sound, or the effect of disapproval by the inner circle.

Other than perhaps, it is easy to become self absorbed and become overwhelmed in the creative process. Perhaps we need reining in and bridled control. No wonder our mothers want us to focus on more stable work goals. No wonder our significant others wander off’t shaking their heads with arms raised aloft.
No wonder our children want us to speak less and less out loud among the general populace. No wonder I never had an imaginary friend. I never wonder about bread