My hair is in a double french braid and there's a loud bass melody exuding from an amp. I'm recording with non-Lake buddies in Whitefish, Montana at a studio called Snow Ghost. This house is fucking incredible. A real bro-down-log-lodge vibe. Bachelor pad times a million. Stone fireplaces, more than one wet bar, giant windows displaying a view of mountains and valleys.
So high on coffee right now. They have some here and it's given me the speedy hands to type with, my dears.
Forgot to bring socks, and it's cold.
Yesterday Lake got a review in Pitchfork. Very rad.
Before I left on this trip I started working on a secret jam cave in a certain cavey area of my house. Everytime I think of it I get a special feeling in my colon, know what I mean? What I mean is, it makes me have to poop. Like, in a good way. The best way. The way where you know your soul is being deeply satisfied by something in your life, and your body just relaxes, reaches over and pushes that colon button. Have I said too much?
In case you're wondering when I'm going to put on a solo show, let me say that I am working on it. I am getting closer and closer. Yes, I can almost feel the terror of performing my songs live in front of literally tens of people at Valentine's. I can nearly feel my throat closing off, the inability to swallow my own saliva, the stuttering...oh the stuttering. Can't wait.
We've been eating a lot of pb & j here. Too much. And the boyz bought white bread, can you believe?
This is more like vacay than work. I'm just surfing the web like craze, working out with the yoga ball, smoking the ganj, eating gwapes.
Nothing is weird,
L
1 comment:
that deer, man. i wouldn't touch it if i was you. totally has the DIVS. it be tame, but it be the same motherucking deer who come to bring much pain, and rename you the same you, just chiseled in stone, like you was when you wasn't just a skeletal bone. not a skull nor a jaw nor a flower-feeding treat, not a meal in the dust for the worms to eat and completely feastie. you they bight, they your beastie. they the mare of your night that decreases, deceased, been.
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