Back in London town. Next week is 2 days of some final recording and then putting the whole mess together. RG was pretty amazed at the fact that it has been an efficient operation. Not the easy going bullshit at the place in Boulder. We are here to record and not hang out with buddies, show off to said buddies that you can afford it to hang loose and create. This is a pro shop. Not alot of fuckin off time. Except for me. I am cutting a few songs tonight for the hell of it. Under the guise of mixing some stuff. I can bang em out pretty fast.
And man do them folks in Glasgow drink. Holy jesus. I had to stop. I might have sent out a few texts I was not supposed to. But I stuck to my guns and did not get high, I underpaced the scots 1 to 5 so I could have some ability to reason to get back today. Trying to be a pro. The ride home was a shit ton of soul searching, I do that alot I think. But it is nice to be out of CO. With the little bubbles, scenes and not being enough of a badass for the ladies. I am just too normal I guess. I guess my views on badassery are different. I think alot of shit is kind of stupid now and I don;t need to get involved with it. When the bells go off, you have been here before and it was not good is not being a dick it is being smart. Been through alot of shit walk ing this earth and I can say for a fact that my been there and done that is quite badass. Come see the gold records from touring and all the cd's I have mastered hanging on my walls. That'll do ya.
Time to give the masseuse a jingle and eat some grub. Kind of nice we have one on call. Part of the holistic view of the RG. Not too bad. I need to pay her to be quiet. The daughter of RG is on the prowl. Haunting the halls in her UGG boots. Howling in hormonal disdain that her father's suggestions are not working. I am a focused ninja here. One reason is I want a job working somehow with this joint. And no time to fuck around come in late, hungover and bleary eyed. I think I have done a good job keeping to that mantra. It is soul cleansing. No distractions.
Ok time to relax and get ready to rumble tomorrow.
And man do them folks in Glasgow drink. Holy jesus. I had to stop. I might have sent out a few texts I was not supposed to. But I stuck to my guns and did not get high, I underpaced the scots 1 to 5 so I could have some ability to reason to get back today. Trying to be a pro. The ride home was a shit ton of soul searching, I do that alot I think. But it is nice to be out of CO. With the little bubbles, scenes and not being enough of a badass for the ladies. I am just too normal I guess. I guess my views on badassery are different. I think alot of shit is kind of stupid now and I don;t need to get involved with it. When the bells go off, you have been here before and it was not good is not being a dick it is being smart. Been through alot of shit walk ing this earth and I can say for a fact that my been there and done that is quite badass. Come see the gold records from touring and all the cd's I have mastered hanging on my walls. That'll do ya.
Time to give the masseuse a jingle and eat some grub. Kind of nice we have one on call. Part of the holistic view of the RG. Not too bad. I need to pay her to be quiet. The daughter of RG is on the prowl. Haunting the halls in her UGG boots. Howling in hormonal disdain that her father's suggestions are not working. I am a focused ninja here. One reason is I want a job working somehow with this joint. And no time to fuck around come in late, hungover and bleary eyed. I think I have done a good job keeping to that mantra. It is soul cleansing. No distractions.
Ok time to relax and get ready to rumble tomorrow.
I'm digging on that term "focused ninja".
**files it away for future use**