so i’m mixing the record. and i have career stuff on the horizon and career characters in town whom i can’t identify clearly as either protagonists or antagonists.
i’m wickedly sick, shuddering and wrenching my tongue into pulp. it’s hard to concentrate on mixing when you’re clammy like this.
but in a way mixing’s what i need to be doing. because, praise be, i have a feeling that, with the completion of this album shall come a kind of funerary catharsis. finishing this album, i see two hard years and five ugly sides of me vanquished on a viking funeral schooner. c’mon… pick up a super-soaker filled with bleach and douse that effigy.
it’s already phase three, now. we’re just putting phase two on cassette, is all. for later.