More coffee, please
Sunrise on a rainy Saturday morning and I'm still not quite awake; having gotten in at 12:45 and finally going to sleep at 1:15 will do that to you. Fortunately, there is no after-effects from a night out at Maxwell's as I did no drinking; only coffee the entire night. Was a great and refreshing walk to and from the PATH; 11 p.m. and Washington Street was still teeming with life. I love Hoboken. 20 years on and the memories remain the same.
With all the caffeine consumed (8 cups--not decaf), you would think I'd have been bouncing in my seat all night or wide awake, but that wasn't the case. If anything, it was a subdued Punch Line meeting--I was there to enjoy conversation with Bob and Chris afterwards, but was all business as far as I was concerned when they arrived as it was the last band meeting as we move into the home stretch of recording. Laid out the plans--discussed the artwork and design as Rob and I had conceived at The Undertones' show; decided on target dates and deadlines so that Chris can work his schedule out/around it and hopefully, this now will lead to us finally reaching the end. Chris seemed to be on a weirdly obsessive wind-up about the Mets vs. the Yankees and then talking baseball trivia--I know he and I touched on baseball and trivia briefly while on Y.M. Thursday, but just the same, it was odd. Maybe it was the beer. Was a bit concerned about leaving the two of them at Maxwell's as they started doing shots of tequila after pounding back the Bass all night. Dropped my damn cell phone on the pavement as I was walking to the train after calling Liz to let her know I was coming home; I think I have to buy a new one.
In a short while, I'll be in the car en route to record. Got to try and remain in this almost-zen-like state to do this final session; at least it's the last one we do under the circumstances we've been recording through. I'm relieved that I'm not pressuring myself to lay down the keyboard track to "Bitter Sweet" today, as I know it wouldn't be up to standard and that would only add to the distraction and (ultimately) aggravation. Breathe out now. Am poised to do "Inside" the way I intend to--a performance I will be proud of. Just need to stop along the way and fuel up on Starbucks (it is Saturday), bottled water and green tea.
It's grey out but not raining--not yet. I wonder if there is a kernel of truth to the fact that everytime The Punch Line has to record, the weather is horrible. Is that some kind of omen or just a cosmic joke?
With all the caffeine consumed (8 cups--not decaf), you would think I'd have been bouncing in my seat all night or wide awake, but that wasn't the case. If anything, it was a subdued Punch Line meeting--I was there to enjoy conversation with Bob and Chris afterwards, but was all business as far as I was concerned when they arrived as it was the last band meeting as we move into the home stretch of recording. Laid out the plans--discussed the artwork and design as Rob and I had conceived at The Undertones' show; decided on target dates and deadlines so that Chris can work his schedule out/around it and hopefully, this now will lead to us finally reaching the end. Chris seemed to be on a weirdly obsessive wind-up about the Mets vs. the Yankees and then talking baseball trivia--I know he and I touched on baseball and trivia briefly while on Y.M. Thursday, but just the same, it was odd. Maybe it was the beer. Was a bit concerned about leaving the two of them at Maxwell's as they started doing shots of tequila after pounding back the Bass all night. Dropped my damn cell phone on the pavement as I was walking to the train after calling Liz to let her know I was coming home; I think I have to buy a new one.
In a short while, I'll be in the car en route to record. Got to try and remain in this almost-zen-like state to do this final session; at least it's the last one we do under the circumstances we've been recording through. I'm relieved that I'm not pressuring myself to lay down the keyboard track to "Bitter Sweet" today, as I know it wouldn't be up to standard and that would only add to the distraction and (ultimately) aggravation. Breathe out now. Am poised to do "Inside" the way I intend to--a performance I will be proud of. Just need to stop along the way and fuel up on Starbucks (it is Saturday), bottled water and green tea.
It's grey out but not raining--not yet. I wonder if there is a kernel of truth to the fact that everytime The Punch Line has to record, the weather is horrible. Is that some kind of omen or just a cosmic joke?
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