Makes Perfect

I've been reading Citizen Hughes about Howard Hughes' depths of utter madness. I have been enjoying it very much but since the book is culled from memos Howard wrote himself I wonder what kind of effect his logic rhythm is having on my inner dialogue. I don't feel like cutting my fingernails.
No real news today on the album front. It's hard not knowing. Waiting and wondering while someone else plugs away, or doesn't plug away, as is his right, being that we are getting the deal of the century to have our work mixed and mastered. I'm so excited to hear this album, 13 songs all banging off each other, sonically more advanced then anything I've ever had my hand in. It definitely makes me wonder what the future has in store. Having raised the bar every time out, how much higher can the bar go before we can't clear it? These questions and many others will be answered, all in time. Why be in a hurry Buckie? This is the reminder portion of our digitals... It's in the living and the making, not in the end. It's in the anticipation. The perfection of patience.
Tonight we rehearse at cole studios in the media district. I am looking forward to it. I've recently realized that I should be playing more guitar, with that in mind I brought a tiny acoustic guitar from home to leave at work. Hopefully a guitar available at work will allow me to steal some moments to practice.