A wonderful exchange from last night and "ProzaKc Blues" when your diarist as guitarist was torn between 2 times and 3 players, pitifully attempting to sync with someone, anyone:
RF: If I listen to you guys it puts me off, and if I don't I go wrong.
TG: That's tough.
Adrian came down at the beginning of our working day to beg time for his Word Frenzy - he called it "flurry". Which is why, instead of looking at the architecture of "Seizure" your diarist was sent to work.
A small report: my back and legs have not given me any trouble for 2 weeks. Gradually the tendon in the left leg loosened up, although striking at strange and surprising times.
19.45
The 15/16 lines wait my beginning, fresh tomorrow day, but the rest is nailed. Pat is overdubbing but Adrian, who both walked in during mid-Mastelotto beastliness, was unable to figure which piece Pat was overdubbing. Actually, Pat is preparing the Rhythm Buddies' part for the 15/16 tomorrow. Now savage shards of flying industrial-enhanced drums are powering out from the garage where BPM are tweaking the drum sonics on "Larks' IV".
19.58
Trey and Ken are going home at the end of a long day for them.
"May we have the clarity to see what is required of us, the courage to accept it, and the capacity to discharge it."
