On the way home a raccoon ran into the road which we managed to avoid but seeing these creatures in the middle of the street in the middle of the houses in the middle of the city means they are looking for food in the garbage. What is the natural habitat for a raccoon? What is the natural habitat for an ibis? It surely isn’t the bins, but in Australia, that’s where they are.
I woke up for a sesh with Bob in Boston at 8.30 AM and the minute we were done we were off to the studio to work with cellist Tess at 10 AM and seven and a half hours of Space Summit songs. It was strings all day as Olivia followed with violins and by the time we were done, it was midnight, 14 hours had passed and the songs are starting to take shape as the exotic instruments enrich them. The time it takes is substantial and I won’t even get to guitars on this nine-day session, that’s for Porto in the summer.
We only have two days left with this schedule and with trumpet on three songs, one piano part and bass on nine songs we are hoping to finish by Saturday evening. I hope we won’t finish too late for Jed’s sake because he has to drive back to Minneapolis on Sunday. That’s going to take about 15 hours, if it doesn’t snow, the closer he gets, the more likely it is.
I’m looking forward to lie in one day, but that will have to wait till all the projects are done. These American trips are always like this, especially when we come to Texas. We live in the studio and Bob Suffolk, who designed it, came in today to exchange numbers. He is fabulous, but he didn’t bring his poodle.
I have to sleep, I’m up in the morning for a sesh with Fred before we leave. My eyelids are falling iron shutters.