In which I proceed to talk about various things that are boring to most people but are endlessly fascinating to me.

A lot of times, when I’m having a conversation with someone, and we hit one of those strange dead spots, those natural pauses in the stream of language where you either look out the window, or stare at your glass,…

So, recording is over. For the moment.

As it turns out, we really had nowhere near the amount of time we actually needed to finish the album. Even taking into account the mechanical failures, there just wan’t enough time. At…

So, perhaps it isn’t accurate to call recording an unmitigated disaster; the whole thing is probably, in some way, mitigated, though it’s hard for me to really sense that as opposed just knowing it intellectually. We must have worshipped the…

Here in Boston, In Pieces Recording Part Deux.

Prior to that, however….my brother Andrew got in a car accident. He went to the hospital but should be fine. You should call him.

Recording is not going very well. We lost…

How did things get so difficult? And turn out so bad?

There’s an interesting page on Yakuza Japanese that you might like to check out. It isn’t hard to read if you have some basic Japanese under your belt. I might dispute where “Yakuza Japanese” starts and “rude Kansai-ben” ends,…