echofonic

this last week was rediculous: mom and dad calling every morning, wanting to go to muir woods or wine country or something - the restaurant calling later on, wonering if i can work or needing information from me about this/that/theother, joe calling every afternoon, wanting me to be at the studio for tracking/discussing gerald collier's new album, and friends calling every night, wondering where the hell i've been.

hmm...so maybe i should just shut off the phones now that the parents are gone and the record's been mixed.