I was going to write a congratulatory note in here stating all the many wonderful accomplishments we’ve managed to achieve this year but its too soon. There’s still two weeks left in 2009 and I’m not ready to stop just yet.
I’m not all that happy because as productive as we’ve been what with the vinyl and the book and the C.D and the shows, I still feel like it hasn’t been enough. I haven’t written enough. There was a time when I’d get home and just write songs. They weren’t all that great but I was doing it enough that sometimes there would be a diamond in the rough. Something I’d be proud enough to share.
I was really into keyboards. I had loads of them. I taught myself MIDI and learned the joys of sequencing with early 80′s technology. What a nightmare. I did it though. There were some pretty interesting accidents that I know Kris wishes I could remember. Serendipitous adventures in cable knotting.
I’m craving the exploration. I can’t handle the PDF manuals anymore. It got too clinical and too cold.
I’ve got all this wood in my basement. Fragments of discarded shelves and drawers from forgotten dressers and furniture. I’m fastening the pieces together into a voice. Bits of aluminum to tighten the strings, a stained handle is a bridge to grip the body.
The Quattro has a whammy bar. Its fastened to two tongues on the inside of the box. The fret board is completely handmade with finishing nails. The neck is drying now. I haven’t been this excited in a while. Even if it sounds horrible. I just want to write a song. Maybe its charmed. Maybe it’ll come back to me. Maybe I’ll be inspired.
Love D.
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