Yo, wassup

It's 10:07pm SLC time. Mike and I finished "Blazing Saddles," and now we're in our default positions: hunched over each's respective laptop at the non-dining-room-table-table. The automatic lights came on and dimmed at 8, so we have yellow light till 11pm. It's shining on the pile of field guides, Utah atlas, electronics, beverage containers, Cheetos, tumbleweed, sandstone, masking tape, song lyrics and other shtuff that covers the table. We're groovin' to The Meters. If you don't own "Look-Ka Py Py" by them, you should buy it. I feel comfortable promising that whoever you are, you will not regret that purchase.

Another day like every other day of my life: started with a goal, got diluted immediately. Instead of waking up and hitting the studio, I woke up, had breakfast, and Mike and I went on some errands. Finally after getting home and making buffalo chicken salad and macaroni & cheese for lunch, I took the tepid-but-still-delicious remains of my Rovico's americano down to the two by four and insulation room for some folk song work. Laid down what will most likely be the final tracks of "Good Morning Blues," and got "Pick a Bale of Cotton" started. One take with guitar and singing, and then lots with additional singing and clapping. My plan is to do like 10 tracks of harmonies and different parts, all with clapping, and get a good group work feel. Right now I'm pursuing that direction, but I don't know if it will work. All I know is I did a few test tracks, and then 3 serious ones, and after that my hands hurt from clapping so I left.

Helped Mike work on fixing Uncle Keith's tent from its wind-induced destruction. Ate a mango with a knife, rejoiced in the fact that there was nothing "instant" to eat in the fridge or the pantry, and fried up some corned beef hash and eggs for dinner. XX'd it and watched the Mighty Ducks and Redwings battle on the ice. Then to Blazing Saddles, and you know it from there.

I am currently wishing that Mike could appreciate food, that people on Facebook would appreciate my profile pic, that the world could appreciate my unique(?) brand of optimistic adaptability, and that I had the "spark," or charisma, like some people have.

Currently delighted by my vanilla bean in vodka success, the ease with which I am getting final-track-quality recordings for this album, the amount of vegetables and real food in my shopping cart earlier today, and the understanding of music history that is in truth unfolding as I read "Rock and Roll: An Introduction," by Michael Campbell and James Brody.

I take yet another moment to sit back, look around me at the railings and airy ceiling and shimmering sea of lights out the window, and appreciate where I am. This is amazing, and what a blessing to get to be here, for so long, so free. This is one of the best places on earth, and I love it.