Mr. Bear had a 2 am date with the plum tree in our backyard (and it seems he has one every night) and I was just saying, I wonder where he goes after? Now I know. To his 4 am date with your garbage.
I can't believe you woke up N to see it. I woke up S to see it too!
And he left us poopy. Two piles to be exact. Aren't we lucky!
After a long hard think,
I have decided to stop caring so much about the "production" of my music. I have been having an issue, namely, that people are going to listen to the music and think it's done by an amateur producer (which I am, but still) and dismiss it because its recording quality is crapola.
I still think the quality is crapola, but I've decided, who cares? Really.
People are either going to like the songs or not, whether I recorded them at The Best Studio On Earth with Celine Dion's producer, or in the bathroom with a two-track tape recorder, a kazoo, and myself. Period.
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