Last night showed Jen some ideas I had for rearranging a couple of old songs we've been thinking of bringing back into the set. The between-albums limbo has a flavor all its own, and do enjoy it. You're not actively pushing any particular record, so you feel free to play whatever you damn well please. (Not that you can't do that anyway, but when there are time constraints guess which songs are getting cut from the set? I don't think there's anything on LYLO under 12 minutes.)

Speaking of that album (and this jogged memory theme running rampant lately), remembered something from those sessions. We were adding overdubs to Release and we kept telling Hugh about this untested idea we had for an organ during the verses just holding out a B♭. He was skeptical, but in the spirit of the whole album we tried it out anyway. It sounded hilarious, we bust out laughing, and never spoke of it again. In our heads we were going for a Hammond B3 sound. What we got was obnoxious Casio church organ.

Meeting up with Charles tonight. I forget why (murder?), but I suppose I'll find out.

Been watching a lot of the old Jeremy Brett/Sherlock Holmes series lately. More badass than I remember it. Holmes is kind of a fucked up dude who dabbles in cocaine. Dunno how I missed that in school. Bretty went a little insane over the role as well. He played Holmes for ten years.

Picked up a couple CDs this past weekend. Pablo Honey, which I surprisingly didn't have, and that first Macy Gray album. Laugh if you will, but I Try was one of the best songs of the 90s. Better than some of the shit coming out then, that's ferdamnsure.

Back in the studio this weekend, finally laying down strings. Should be exciting. Getting better at this string arranging shit with each record. If all goes as planned, should be a gorgeous result.

One would hope, anyway.

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