my dad had a heart attack a few days ago. he had quadruple bypass surgery a couple days ago. your prayers and healing intention for my pops are much appreciated. if you know him, you love him. i'll be back blogging soon. big love to you all.
This morning at the studio, Alex was cleaning out the air filters ("ionizer", he just corrected me with a didactic tone, ever the doctinaire) with a white towel, and a most unsavory smudge appeared. It was, how should I put it, the poop from the room. Essentially, these filters had accrued weeks or even months worth of particulates, if air could defecate, this would be its excrement. Wait, air can defectate, and did, and the fudge was on Alex's towel. He's been ill, did I mention that? He's been under the weather for about a week. Knowing that, I felt emboldened to issue a challenge.
Fun news. John Shanks just recorded all the guitars on The River, which may be the first single on the new album. Sort of like having Zoro dice cucs for your salad. Or taking the space shuttle to go to 7-Eleven. It was an amazing day. First, John's talking to my producer Alex Gibson- "hey, I'll play on Stuart's record". Really? What day this month could work? "Right now would be good. Let's do it right now." So, on a moment's notice, we run the song over to John's studio, which is next door, and he spends the night recording guitars on it.