Mixing business.
What time is it again? Morning already ? Christ on a bike. If I don't start getting some sleep, you'll have to take over the bailing duties. Ooops. Sorry. Didn't realize I was typing this into a blog post (or that anyone was looking at me from the imaginary wall-side of my three-walled room). We were in the process of working out chore assignments here in the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill on this cold March morning in upstate New York, home of ... well, abandoned factories ... and crack-head shooters ... and nervous deer. Come visit anytime! The thing is, we are working diligently on the mixing of our next album, Cowboy Scat: Songs in the Key of Rick - an odd, patchy collection of songs from a forgotten musical about Cousin (Governor) Rick Perry (the score for which, legend has it, was lost over the side of a pleasure craft on Lake Tahoe back in the seventies. True story). This painstaking work can sometimes last one, maybe two hours at a stretch, over an unrelenting sch...