This weekend was much more productive than last (being neither too nasal to record voice, nor in a Benadryl stupor, helped) and I finally pulled together the single release I’d been planning. The recordings aren’t album quality, but there’s still quite a bit going on in them, some of it totally unexpected, and anyway, I wanted to keep them a little raw. The original song’s a dissection of the weird place I’ve been in, while the promised Mrs. Robinson cover is rather woozy and discombobulated and envisions myself and the titular character as drinking buddies of a sort.
Meanwhile I still await news of the full-length from my co-conspirator in RVA. There was a time estimate of two weeks for mixing, and the album’s effing long, so I’m just chillin’.