He laid down 30 songs in a marathon three and half hours last night -- without the click. Got home at two in the AM, wired as jack. Listened down this morning. Decided he needed to do it again, with click. It felt too rushed, to him. Also broke two nails, so a visit to the Vietnamese nail place on Canal was in order today.
But is it too rushed? PG and I discuss this. It sounds with all the passionate intensity of his concert delivery without the click. So ... well, PG agrees, that yes, some of the songs might be better with the click, but some without. The wonders of digital editing and mixing, you can have them both. They are re-recording and cutting both, now.
Last night Mz Minneola KittyKat Empress of the Universe spent a lot of time with me, talking and purring. All fine.
But the night rolled on. And on. No TR ....
After el V and I went to bed she cried for a while.
When I came down this morning she was curled in her hidey corner in the dining room behind the big chair. She wouldn't even open her eyes. She was a furry bundle of rejected, abandoned feline misery.
I talked to her for a while. She wouldn't look at me. Unlike usually, she'd eaten all the food in her bowl.
After I made tea and read a while, she came out of her corner and sat looking at me from a distance. I got a can of her food and talked to her. She came close. I petted her a little bit. Opened the food. She ate, and then asked for tummy stroking. So I guess things will be fine. She has decided that el V is a monster though.
Ooofta it is hot and humid here. I got mesmerized later in the afternoon by the tossing palms and ferns and the magnolia trees around TR's house. Like Mz M. I just sat and stared fixedly at the botantical creatures morphing and transforming, yet staying themselves. It's a lot of fun working in that big kitchen. It's a preview maybe of what it will be like in the Chestertown House. It's just lovely, really.