Slowly but surely, this record in the making is unfolding. We are close. Roma, Viv and I are giving loving attention to every note played. Saturday night we laid out the developing mixes, burned 'em to disc at three A.M. and drove through the wide empty swaths of streets -- Manhattan and Brooklyn -- listening through the whole bunch of tunes at once for the first time. It was a strange experience my friends. Sunday we switched the order, added an afterthought track, and listened again, then we took our notes mixed and mixed and mixed the night through until well into daylight. I was burnt toast by 5:30 am, my head resonating like a bass woofer. But Roma and Viv just kept going.
Then last night Viv and I constructed a swooshing sound with meticulous attention ... a pulsation really, made from breath and symbols, backwards, forwards, pitched down. Likely it'll be barely audible, but somehow it has a vitality. Like maybe it's the sound of blood rushing through the heart, being delivered outwards to every point in the body. River of Lava, head to feet. It'll support the dance going on in the mandolin strings
In the meantime, alchemists work their magic on the imagery to be delivered with the sounds. There are still wild cards and puzzle pieces unplaced... but this feels like a very special time. The moments before full light of day. The stirring inside the chrysalis. May the delivery run smooth and joyous.