driving cross newtown i stop for some soul food, it's been a while since i ate anything so i order some protein. it's wet and cold, people scurry about running for warmth and shelter, company and sustenance, i watch them from the little restaurant through a torrent of rain, it's theatrical, i wonder if one day some one will make a film from a doorway or a window, a romance obviously. it's the perfect evening for a romance to be born, but not for me, i'm absolutely sick.
i don't get sick much, very rare but the last few days have been a kind of hell, my body is ravaged and tired, there's a strange interference in my head, like static on a tv but turned up loud, my eyes can't focus. i sip my water and watch the waitress who is really cool, warm and friendly, she has a nice soothing voice and right now that's like an wonderful opiate.
what am i doing in newtown?
i'm on my way to the studio, we are going to record the sax parts for the new cd. loius from andromeda turns up while val and i are doing some quick tweaks. let me tell you right now val is a genius, we both work so well together, intuitively, like reading minds, i've never know anyone to actually understand my ideas so well or grasp them with such ease apart from the high priestess. i speak in metaphor and val gets it before i've even said it, and vice versa, we work fast, loius can't believe the process, 'it's how we roll' i say.
everything is falling into place around this music, the songs are now coming into being, they had form but now have shape. it's the substance that takes a youth and makes it mature. these songs are mature now with saxophone.
we use arcane methods to mould the sounds, to capture the spirits of words and music, we do fuck with the mix, we do the un obvious, we take the structure apart even when it sounds complete, everything is reassembled through an unconscious process made conscious. there's a lot of random elements, chance and synchronicity, loius is perfect, he's a master, adding wind to my water, vals, earth, all we need now is nevin's fire and the backing vocals and then a final mix, master and it's done. snuff music is almost finished.
often we use the sound-basements atmosphere, after all it's next door to the mortuary, it's not uncommon for strange things to happen and be seen here, ghosts, spirits, invariably lost and confused, not quite understanding the transition plan. so we use the trail of energies, we use their presence and then help them on their way, it's all there.
as i am about to leave i meet pipsqueak, it was good to meet you pipswqueak, now i remember.
we will have to get you playing on some of my projects one day, i have so many ideas. i've already recorded two songs for the next project after 'snuff' and i've written the one after that, and then there's various other music the deep fix needs to generate, it's all coming, in time.
i drive back across the city, rain and wind, i don't stop, for food, shelter or romantic day dreaming. i get home and slip into a bath and sleep. my body is tired and still feels really worn out from the illness and drama, but it's healthy now, no illness left, no symptoms at all.