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Date: Tue 30 Nov, 2010 at 09:50
Headline: Scenes From My Memory

I’m having a flashback at the moment, and I’m hoping it is not a harbinger of things to come. This spans clear back to one of the penultimate moments in the 20th century, in October of 1999. I don’t have the best memory in the world, but I still remember that month distinctly.

I was playing in a band that was our buddy Tim Hollinger’s brain child, Sky is Out of Order. The group was still trying to feel its way forward and we had some outdoor gigs scheduled to celebrate Halloween. The first of those gigs was freezing cold, and the whole band ended up down for the count with various ailments, so we ended up canceling our second gig at the end of the month. Instead we focused on putting a recording together and I was also working on some mixing for a side project.

After a full day of mixing down and maxing out my computer resources, I was on the home stretch around 11 pm on the 29th when the computer decided to crash. I feverishly attempted to recover everything, and was exhausted but thrilled at the possibility of getting some rest at 1 am...and to my great chagrin I was informed, at that exact moment, that it was time to go to the hospital for the birth of my son Scot. 15 hours and one C-section later, the 10-pounder had arrived. Exhaustion had obviously made way for dementia by that point. I still don’t let Scottie live that one down, and he has learned since then that I am more pleasant to be around when I have my rest.

So, here we are, brand new century, different band, 11+ years from that experience. Thom and I have put an inordinate amount of time and effort into this project and we are both extremely anxious to wrap it up and put it in the public spotlight. We’re currently trying to get the rest of the vocals laid down and we are scrubbing the tracks to decide what more they may need. Amid all the other items that pull our time away, we have established a hopefully firm schedule to get this thing out the door.

The scenario, though, is starting to scare me, because that schedule does coincide a little too closely to the long-awaited and highly anticipated arrival of Scottie’s little brother on March 21. I’m a lot older than I was last time, and more importantly, I feel a lot older than last time. I’m not anxious to try and combine the all-night mixing sessions with any all-night crying sessions, so it is in my vested interest to put this album to bed ...and get on with writing the next one. (Yes, the cycle never ends.)

Hopefully the new baby likes my guitar playing more than Scot did at that age.

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