I just got home from the studio and feel really quite SOMETHING.
We finished the 2 songs and I wrote another one which was hastily recorded and is, I think, VERY good.
Senor Geoff Travis came down and seems very happy, and it feels like we really began the album today. Great big fuzzy feelings of joy surround us like a big fuzzy joy-sack, complete with trepidation motif, wings, and a great fanged zipper of inexplicable satisfaction.
Just stick to writing songs and not prose? Deal.
Am listening to Street Legal and putting myself back in my place.