I ought to be cleaning out the space that will eventually be the studio. And I did some of that earlier, I promise. But now, I'm not. I'll get back to it. It is, as they say, all about the journey.

But it's totally not in this case.

The pure volume of shit five people can accrue over twenty years is ridiculous. We have so much stuff in the house that most of the work in fixing it up the way Jake and I will like it is intellectual; it's like a puzzle, where we just have to find the best way to arrange all this stuff in a space too small for all of it. Plus I still have another week of work, and fuck working twelve hour days when eight of those are in retail.

My Life's too short attitude fascinates me. For anyone who's heard this spill already, you can go ahead and skip a paragraph. Okay, so I know the way my mind works, which everybody knows doesn't necessarily mean I can go inside my mind and fix it. I must enjoy my life; I can't make myself do it any other way. You see, your parents are the boundary between you and your own mortality. When one of them dies, it's broken in your subconscious, especially when it's something potentially hereditary like lymphoma. I have this weird, irrational, but quite potent idea in my head that I could die at any moment, so there's only so much hard work I'll even allow myself to do, which is why I hope I can work in music once this thing gets going. Music never feels like work.

One more note on my idea that I could die at any time, in my defense: I could. So could you. No foolin. Do some stuff you like.

I wrote a new song the other day. It's called "Junior Extravaganza" and isn't nearly as lame as it sounds. I'll try to get a rough demo made pretty soon and put it up here (I'd like to use this page as an initial feedback song tester along with everything else).