There's been a lot of clamor for a new blog post. I tried to say no, that I'm working on a masterpiece, but the clamor clamored on. I try to dissuade the clamorors with calls for patience and decency. They proved un-shut-up-able, just wouldn't stop clamoring. Clamor clamor clamor clamor.

Everything I was excited about kicked the bucket. Except the band. Manipulation is recording July 12th. It should be cool. We're doing it with a guy who formerly hated my guts, so we'll see if he remembers me or not. My guess is he will, but will have to pretend he doesn't since we're paying him. Score one for Scott. The reason he hated me is fuzzy. The Breaks recorded there, and I think I did something notably incompetent during that session, and then did it several more times after he explained to me how to stop. Like, plugged my guitar into the wrong place or something. Either way the frustration grew until there was murder behind his eyes. Time for round two.

It's stayed pretty cool and damp here, like a cave. But that's fine with me, because I don't need it to get miserably hot. It's like working in an ok office that's boring instead of working outside.

Drop me a line sometime, everybody.