Often I tell people that whatever emotion I’m trying to work out of my system when I sit down to fiddle with music comes through in the music. Some seem sad, some seem angry- that’s pretty much why.

Right now, I pretty much just want to die. I’ve had a full-body death infection from the experimental pathogen laboratories of hades since Wednesday or so, and the drugs I got Friday suck balls. I’m basically only alive through the good over-the-counter graces of the Vicks corporation.

But, I couldn’t sleep, I wanted to have something to show for my misery, and it’d been a while since the ole blog got updated, so I tinkered with this. This is not an entirely new track, (well, it will be to 90% of you) but I added some neat stringy bits and finally overcame the roadblock I was having with it.

Now I think i’m going to take enough Nyquil to kill a team of horses and sleep until morning, when I begin Operation “Kill Local Doctor in cold blood without getting caught ever and also score good and applicable drugs to end terrible illness.”

The boys are still working on hiring a new guy to come up with the Operation names.

[please take me now]

This is another ~ 2 min piece, but this one is kinda interesting to me. Creates a definite mood, involves a lot of really strange and disparate sound sources, and was quite fun to create.

It’s not often you get to abuse the hell out of a Harmonica in a sampler.

Part of this abuse brought to you by the number 442. All hail the random number selection of Kalidassa.
I must sleep now, but tomorrow there will be the write-up of the weekly events, including a very very special dinner.

This is the third song in as many weeks that I’ve cranked out in less than 4 hours. I’ve done that on kidnapped inspiration, using what I could stuff into pockets and carry back with me from trips out and visits with people. And Leslie, it is honeslty beyond me how someone could claim stifled creativity.

In summation, this track may not be anyone’s cup of tea, but it’s on my list of favorites. And either way, the juices are flowin’.

Hannibal is on the jazz.

[woah lord]