Start 'em.
Is that the time? Are you sure? Seems like the sun just went down. Are you certain that THAT is the sun coming up again? Possible that it's just a distant thermo-nuclear explosion. Think of the times we live in. No? Okay .... morning. Uhhhhhlll.
Hey, don't look at me like that. Everybody .... and I do mean EVERYbody ... gets caught in the Winter doldrums, bobbing around between the cross currents of time, never catching a break until the first signs of impending spring. Not that this is all that much of a Winter. I mean, it's been 30s and 40s for about a week now, here in the dead of January in upstate New York. But despite the freakish weather, we try to hold on to tradition here. We of Big Green don't give a damn about how nice it is outside. It's winter, damn it, and we're determined to get nothing done.
While it shouldn't, this includes work on music and other sound stuff. That's been kind of stalled, frankly, but again ... doldrums. That said, we should be back in the studio on Friday if we can stay awake that long. I'm starting to think we have some bear-like ancestry back a few generations - I have a strong inclination towards hibernation. In fact, I'm getting sleepy as I type this. Bouncing bowling ball ... riding up the side of a dragon's tail. Yep, sleepy.
I know ... we should all be beating the bushes for work, right? Of course, that presupposes the notion that we give a flying fuck. As that web video makes clear, honey badger just don't give a fuck. Besides, why should we beat the bushes? Haven't they suffered enough? And what about the law of averages? If we all strive to excel, NO ONE will be average anymore. Isn't that a violation of the law? Sounds like it to me!
These are matters that consume the mind and confound the soul. Or confound the mind and ... confuse the soul? Soul Confusion - there's a good name for a band. See? I'm already working hard, friends. Goodbye winter doldrums. And so on.
Hey, don't look at me like that. Everybody .... and I do mean EVERYbody ... gets caught in the Winter doldrums, bobbing around between the cross currents of time, never catching a break until the first signs of impending spring. Not that this is all that much of a Winter. I mean, it's been 30s and 40s for about a week now, here in the dead of January in upstate New York. But despite the freakish weather, we try to hold on to tradition here. We of Big Green don't give a damn about how nice it is outside. It's winter, damn it, and we're determined to get nothing done.
While it shouldn't, this includes work on music and other sound stuff. That's been kind of stalled, frankly, but again ... doldrums. That said, we should be back in the studio on Friday if we can stay awake that long. I'm starting to think we have some bear-like ancestry back a few generations - I have a strong inclination towards hibernation. In fact, I'm getting sleepy as I type this. Bouncing bowling ball ... riding up the side of a dragon's tail. Yep, sleepy.
I know ... we should all be beating the bushes for work, right? Of course, that presupposes the notion that we give a flying fuck. As that web video makes clear, honey badger just don't give a fuck. Besides, why should we beat the bushes? Haven't they suffered enough? And what about the law of averages? If we all strive to excel, NO ONE will be average anymore. Isn't that a violation of the law? Sounds like it to me!
These are matters that consume the mind and confound the soul. Or confound the mind and ... confuse the soul? Soul Confusion - there's a good name for a band. See? I'm already working hard, friends. Goodbye winter doldrums. And so on.
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