Morning earworm: Jazz is the Teacher (Funk is the Preacher), Screaming Headless Torsos. Not sure what dredged this up, but a good morning for it - lol.
It turns out that there will be no rehearsal again this week. While there is a bit of concern for the weekend's show, I am mainly glad for the extra time to work on my own stuff. This makes for a busy day today - there are one or two more avenues to explore with the Frankenstack, before I turn my attention back to writing / recording. One final piece of the gear puzzle stubbornly refuses to play nice with the rest of the pile, and there is no reason I can find for this, beyond possibly its physical placement in the signal chain. Whatever the case, I should get down there and get to it - even with this extra few days, there are practicalities to be addressed as well, so the schedule for the week is going to be a tight one.
The way we describe our world shows how we think of our world. How we think of our world governs how we interpret our world.
How we interpret our world directs how we participate in the world. How we participate in the world shapes the world.
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