Practice runs down to Skid Row

“When I get down to my last dime I'll just walk over to skid row."

I rented a second room because I kept tripping over cords and shipping boxes in the original room. Now I have a studio room and a shipping room.

I can breathe again.

Thinking out loud about some May things I'm doing:

Approving mixes for the official Brazil Live @ the HIFI bootleg album, and mastering a curated mix of rarities. Both are upcoming archival CD releases on DL;BR.

I'll have to do the singing and dancing thing on social media soon when they're about to be released. Heartbreaking.

Also, prepping a "new" JC Autobody vinyl and zine release project. In quotations because it's a remastered compilation of the first three demos pulled together into a proper album.

Shooting the cover as soon as I can wheel my Sunn Beta Lead mounted with bull horns into the truck bays at the factory I work out of.

Also, still accumulating material for Imaginary Cassettes. I'm keeping a tight lid on this for now, except to say that I've got an enviable backlog of collaborations with friends and colleagues. Taken together, they frame a story that touches Philosophy, JC Autobody, and all points in between.

This is a literary experiment that may flop, but the more important thing is the friends we made along the way.

Other minutiae:

Growing a beard. Produced a song for a video game. Bought an old art book in German. Planted a garden in front of the house. Currently reading Charles Bukowski, VC Andrews, and Joan Didion because I didn't get around to it in college. And LinkedIn is still a much sillier place than Camelot.

If you need me, I'll be in room 2.

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What I’m reading: Ham on Rye (Charles Bukowski)

What I'm listening to: Improvisational Loops (Terreke)

Read the Brazil tour blog at the Substack: