And the EP charges on...

I'm taking a mixing vacation... I've given all the stems and Cubase sessions to Tyler, who, with any luck, will have a better time with them than I have (these mixes make me wanna cry). I know he's got a little more free time than I do, which is good, but he also seems to have a better knack at making these mixes punch than I do... we've all got a rough mix of Seven Feet Under, and it's sounding really good (exceptionally good, when you take into account that it's a rough mix).

That said, we reconvened for practice last night, and... sweet jesus, it's easy to forget what a band does. Bands play-- that's what they're (we're) good at. The world gets too cloudy when weekly (or bi-weekly) practice gets discarded and the songs don't get played. At least for me. Hell, I can have enormous mood swings based on not playing music, so it's good to be back in the practice routine. I imagine that's why so many musicians have side-projects: to avoid those no-play dead zones.

vanpost

Joel: "You might want to back up and pull in at a wider angle."

Eric: "Nah. I'll be fine."

Michelle: "I admire your optimism."

While I'm really pleased that ubik. has a van now, it's sort of registered in my name, and I'm... well, I'm not very good at driving it, and I'm truly awful at parking the fucking thing. I've never owned a vehicle larger than a Chrysler LeBaron (hey, four doors!) and usually end up with compact Hondas-- that van is a beast, and way outside my experience. Thank god I only have to drive it to shows.