Shaddup, crickets, I'm try'nta talk here
All right, enough of this radio silence. Here's what's been going on in the last month or so, plus or minus the next week:
* cluegirl and I have our (please, gods) last recording session for Pretty in Scarlet this weekend, along with some Murder Ballads band photos for the back cover and a trip to the bank to start up our official band checking account because the shit, as the young'uns say, is about to get real. After that we have mixdown to do, and then mastering, and then off into the world it goes! Catt and Joel did up a few preliminary mixes of "Strowler's Song" and Five," and having heard them I find myself on rooftops in the rain screaming, "Why is this album not in my sweaty little hands yet?!" (It's been a long year.) I say this every time, but now I have empirical evidence that Pretty in Scarlet will knock your ever-lovin' socks off. Further updates to come.
* We visited the kids and grandkid weekend before last. rain_herself finally got to meet Duncan, who succeeded in charming her into warm putty, like he does. Abbey's discovered LARPing, which gives me the jibblies a bit; Nik celebrated his 14th birthday with a mess o'cup stacking gear and (our gift to him) a set of glow-poi.
* I'm really liking Worcester. I wasn't expecting that.
* I broke a tooth a while back, and it resulted in a lovely abscess that felt-but thankfully didn't look-roughly the size of a Virginia ham. (I named it Vincent at one point. We'd been binge-watching season 3 of Project Runway.) After Andrea wrangled with the health insurance people, and discovered to both our surprise that I actually have some, I headed to the walk-in clinic on Friday after work. Tip: You know it's bad when the doctor takes one look and says, "Oh, you poor thing...." She gave me too many antibiotics, not enough Vicodin, and her apologies for not draining the abscess for me; Vincent the Gum Boil, hearing this, essentially said, "well, screw you, Doc," and decided to drain itself while I was checking out, which...okay, if you've never had an abscess spontaneously drain on you, then you probably don't know how happy an event a mouthful of pus can be. (Yes, it was quite possibly the most disgusting thing that even happened to me, and I'll remind you that I have children.) Dentist visit is Thursday morning, and it had BETTER not interfere with the recording session.
* The most wonderful feeling: after you've gone all Godzilla on a double-batch of Thai green chicken curry, being reminded that you can make more.
* cluegirl and I have our (please, gods) last recording session for Pretty in Scarlet this weekend, along with some Murder Ballads band photos for the back cover and a trip to the bank to start up our official band checking account because the shit, as the young'uns say, is about to get real. After that we have mixdown to do, and then mastering, and then off into the world it goes! Catt and Joel did up a few preliminary mixes of "Strowler's Song" and Five," and having heard them I find myself on rooftops in the rain screaming, "Why is this album not in my sweaty little hands yet?!" (It's been a long year.) I say this every time, but now I have empirical evidence that Pretty in Scarlet will knock your ever-lovin' socks off. Further updates to come.
* We visited the kids and grandkid weekend before last. rain_herself finally got to meet Duncan, who succeeded in charming her into warm putty, like he does. Abbey's discovered LARPing, which gives me the jibblies a bit; Nik celebrated his 14th birthday with a mess o'cup stacking gear and (our gift to him) a set of glow-poi.
* I'm really liking Worcester. I wasn't expecting that.
* I broke a tooth a while back, and it resulted in a lovely abscess that felt-but thankfully didn't look-roughly the size of a Virginia ham. (I named it Vincent at one point. We'd been binge-watching season 3 of Project Runway.) After Andrea wrangled with the health insurance people, and discovered to both our surprise that I actually have some, I headed to the walk-in clinic on Friday after work. Tip: You know it's bad when the doctor takes one look and says, "Oh, you poor thing...." She gave me too many antibiotics, not enough Vicodin, and her apologies for not draining the abscess for me; Vincent the Gum Boil, hearing this, essentially said, "well, screw you, Doc," and decided to drain itself while I was checking out, which...okay, if you've never had an abscess spontaneously drain on you, then you probably don't know how happy an event a mouthful of pus can be. (Yes, it was quite possibly the most disgusting thing that even happened to me, and I'll remind you that I have children.) Dentist visit is Thursday morning, and it had BETTER not interfere with the recording session.
* The most wonderful feeling: after you've gone all Godzilla on a double-batch of Thai green chicken curry, being reminded that you can make more.