Okay, so the addition to the studio: perfect.  It was like a missing piece of the puzzle that I didn’t know was missing.  All right…now we’re cooking with gas.  Let’s put some books together.

N.P.: “Toccata – Carpimus Noctem” – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

Well, the new studio was done…it was.  But I’ve decided to expand.  In order to accommodate client needs (it’s a whole thing, dear reader).  Anyway, things have gone from “incredibly cool” to “incredibly cool and professional.”  It’s all fancy.  My only issue is that it’s getting, if not functionally cramped, then aesthetically cramped, at least.  I can deal with it, but if any music television networks show up to profile the joint, I’m going to have to make some rearrangements.

N.P.: “Wicked As It Seems” – Keith Richards

I’m so compartmentalized, most of my days are spent in meetings with myself.  Seriously…it’s weird.  Still, the meetings are pretty interesting.  At least there’s that.

N.P.: “I’ve Been Around” – Marty Stuart

Another good day, dear reader.  At one point, I was working on four different projects, writing a paragraph on one, then writing a paragraph on the next one, and so on, and repeated that for about an hour.  I wasn’t trying to do that, it just happened.  But it was good.

N.P.: “Panzerschokolade” – Rome

A good day.

N.P.: “Miss Prince” – Hey Steve

Absolutely nothing happened today, dear reader.  Well, nothing that I can tell you about happened.  Which is the same thing.  Right?  Right.  So absolutely nothing happened today.

N.P.: “You Want It Darker” – Leonard Cohen

Gotta be brief tonight, dear reader…today was hectic.  But I did my dizzle.

N.P.: “Knight Rider Theme” – Mitch Murder

“Given the smallest excuse, one will not work at all.” ~ John Steinbeck

When Uncle John wrote those words, he was describing the creative process in general, writing in particular.  He was correct.

I gave someone advice today.  I don’t typically do that, but they asked.  “First thing you do when you wake up in the morning is say to yourself, “I ain’t apologizing for shit today.  Not a goddamn thing.  If anybody so much as suggests that I apologize for anything at all, I will politely invite them to kiss my entire ass.  Then maybe a right cross.”
Then, just don’t do anything you’ll have to apologize for.

N.P.: “A Common Disaster” – Cowboy Junkies

The only kind of rain alerts we get around here are always the same: “a brief rain shower will begin at xx:xx. The rain will be light.” Balls.
That’s not what I want to hear.  This is what I want to hear, just once:
“Ho…Lee…Shit!  If you don’t know how to swim, hope you’ve got a boat because starting at xx:xx, a fucking waterfall is going to open up over your life and stay there for God knows how long.  It is going to Piss.  And it will likely keep on pissing for a while.  Seek shelter…high ground.  Cancel plans.  Brace yourselves.”
But of course that will never happen. Not around here, anyway.

N.P.: “Hey So Much” – Processor, Wicked boy

For the last two weeks, I’ve been at war with my bathroom sink.  It began mostly as a cold war…a war of words.  Most of those words were mine, since the sink was too backed up to speak, even if were capable of doing so.  The following week was marked by actual fighting, mostly hand-to-hand combat.  There was some invocation of spirits as, whilst plunging violently, I started yelling, “The power of Christ compels you!” with each plunge (I recently rewatched The Exorcist, and it worked for those dudes, so….).  Late last week, I grew bored with the conflict and decided to dramatically overreact by deploying chemical weapons.  which I did multiple times over the weekend.  My usage of chemical weapons could probably be accurately described as “disproportionate.”  Be that as it may, I am very pleased to announce (and you will be relieved to hear about) total victory resulting in the complete subjugation of the bathroom sink.

N.P.: “Funky Cold Medina” – Tone-Loc