Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Fidgets Part 2

Timing is an odd variable. The alignment and order of events in a personal history can be more important than many of the individual events themselves. As timing would have it once again an oddity of life is occurring for me and my band on this adventure we are all on. Saturday, if all goes according to plan I get to go hear our record at approximately 85% completion, and while that 15% is the most important percentage of the whole, the average listener can hardly hear that part at all. So Saturday we have a ceremony planned, where I will go to Seamonster sounds and sit in the living room with Hoagie, and listen to all the songs and make notes about the sonic qualities. Hoagie has been in the studio fullfilling his part of the previously mentioned contract, this ceremony will be the first time where he will have listened to it outside of that very small controlled environment. There will be excitement and note taking, discussion and further planning. This ceremony is a wedding of sorts, and a degree deeper into the greater contract. In leaving there I will bring with me a CDR of all the songs and sounds that will eventually make up Free Alongside Ship, I will walk up the bottom section of his driveway to Amy's vehicle and get behind the wheel. Driving back down the Coast Highway One to LA will be like leaving the chapel, from there I will head to Devin's, to hand him his copy of the songs, so that he can listen to them while he completes his packing.
As timing would have it Devin leaves for Iceland the next morning. He'll be able to take with him our songs, to enjoy and become further intimately acquainted with. Iceland will be Devins Honeymoon.
As luck and timing will have it, the following Wednesday Amy and I will board a plane, to take our Free Alongside Ship honeymoon to Hawaii. A trip already so preposterously governed by Luck and timing that Amy won it by being the 98th caller to a radio station telephone number.
Trips we all planned months ago, lined up just in time to celebrate our labor's fruit, it's strange this life.

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