I've been hand's off, for the most part. I need space. Space to forget. Space for the ears to heal. Space to think.
Needless to say, the record is always on my mind. In everything I do.
Listening to everything: music, sounds, noise, rumblings...words.
Getting closer. Will it be the masterpiece? Dunno. Will it be laughable shit? Dunno.
I see the mountain of work left, but am already saddened that it has to come to a conclusion.
Albums are trippy like that.