STUDIO DIARY

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.