Jesus. First day back in the studio. Every single piece of equipment is pissed off with me. But mother is home now and bread needs to be baked. Cmon kids let’s get this job done. Voice over tribal beats and prairie bush. Bit like an indigenous obsession advert.
This years main thing. To create a world for myself that I really enjoy being in. This afternoon I exchanged a fried plantain, eggs and avocado brunch for an hour with my carpenter friend who helped me put up this dashing black velvet sound booth. We named it The David Lynch Tardis. So mysterious. So exciting.