A studio of frostbite.
It is getting quite cold around here lately… not too bad considering it reminds me of my home country. I hope soon the snow falls; it is a beautiful and nostalgic sight. We are in the studio and I have nothing to do but wait while Fa_Sha writes lyrics and Skintley taps and taps on his machines… I have new equipment: pedals, a modular synthesizer, a beautiful bass marimba. Such is the case in this band: we have too much equipment for our own good. Cardshark and THT are banging on things in another room, an aggressive track, “The Icily Polite.” We have a list of prospective songs for an upcoming album, although it is in the works:
song of the century
lily
the icily polite
the beauty within
where were you on that day?
we can’t see
crazy synth synco
four on the floor
maternity leave
ofusevus
what have i to lose or gain?
maybe:
heaven made in jcot
radiohead rhodes
moskeeto
my winter weakness
Copied directly from the chalkboard above the piano. The album seems to be concept-driven; spiralling from Fa_Sha’s mind. I wrote and sing the second half of Song of the Century. Lily is just Fa_Sha and his guitar; it is beautiful, our song of days and nights and children and loved ones passing. It is in A major. Alas I am needed! A suboctave pedal point for Maternity Leave!
Peace.
Chris.
