130 am… the studio is bludgeoned from 48 hours of mad, panicked music making. Wires of every distinction are crossed and cover the floor like a hardwired everglades.
There are coffee stains on the coffee stains.
The china shop is leveled, Charlie, and final mix audio dances off the walls…slamming every last inch of space… sending paint chips falling to their death.
It’s been two days holed up in the “Music Room,” and away from the forum. Tell me how you are…how’s your mom…did she get those flowers we sent?
How are your gigs going? Tell me about that weird request, that silly forum thing you did, that strange order you’re trying to fill… or maybe just stop by and say you missed me.
I sure missed you. Actually (and while we’re on the topic) I’ve been doing a lot of thinking…and I think we’re ready to go to the next “level.”
(editors note: level means Marvin Gaye).
Start any new services? Got any new stories? Feed me, Seymour…