Tuesday 4th September 2007

Piano won’t bend to pitch on Chino. Frustration at the general lack of progress today: how will I get Someday to sound like the doo-wop ballad in my head? What if that destroys it completely? Losing critical faculties. Impediments. Spilled coffee after mouse mat flagellation. We cheered ourselves up by betting on the Mercury’s. Luke’s horse came home. We’re going to fund the label through professional gambling techniques. Luke’s running the numbers and scribbling formulas, I’m nodding while saying “hmm” and waving my Visa Debit card around in a vague fashion. Recording Bec again tomorrow, then seeing Beth Jeans Houghton at Head of Steam.