Staying afloat.

Where did I put that bucket? Is that mine you're using? Well, give it back, damn it. Go find another one to carry your golf balls around in. Jesus H. Christmas.

Yes, greetings from the one-man bucket brigade here at the abandoned and partially submerged Cheney Hammer Mill. Perhaps you heard about all the flooding we got here in upstate New York after that Halloween storm? Well, the old water kept on rising in our neck of the woods, and it ain't pretty. Trouble is, back when they built these old mills, they located them close to the water for a variety of reasons. Practical, yes .... back then. Now it's a positive nuisance! The canal behind the Hammer Mill sloshed over in the first 24 hours, and we've been flapping around in scuba flippers ever since.

Why am I bailing this place out alone? Because everyone else, well ... bailed, frankly. Can't blame them - this sucks. They're all off to higher ground, except for Marvin (my personal robot assistant) who has been scouring the neighborhood for discarded golf balls this past week. He's somehow gotten into his brass skull that they have some intrinsic value. Anyway, he's pretty much useless with respect to the flood waters. So is our resident mad scientist Mitch Macaphee, who traipsed off to Madagascar as soon as the going got a bit rough. I ask you .... what's the use of having a mad scientist if the son of a bitch can't control the goddamn weather? Am I right?

A bit damp for my taste. What about you?

Okay, so ... the saving grace of this mill is that it's shot full of holes by our crazy upstairs neighbors, so a lot of the water is just leaking out through the bullet holes. (And no, they're not helping me with the flood waters. They've trundled off to crazytown for the weekend to see some relatives.) I'm helping it a bit with this bucket ... literally the one bucket we have in the joint. Aside from the bucket we use to carry a tune around in. That's a joke, son. You're supposed to laugh at this juncture. Or perhaps not.

Anyhow, when the water level gets low enough in the studio, we can start working on those mixes again. Water and music don't mix, in my experience. Aside from Yellow Submarine, Octopus's Garden, and that Jimi Hendrix song from Electric Ladyland .... a merman I would be, or something. Help me out here. Grab a bucket, for crying out loud.

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