Shit. I missed a day. Was up against a deadline and blah blah blah. The deadline didn’t seem to affect my decision to go out last night, but whatever. Here we are. People fuck up. I fuck up.

Incredible how good we are at finding excuses not to do what we should do. Writing this, for example, took some self-convincing. Even as I write now, resistance calls. Got some fresh field recordings I want to toss into Ableton and wrangle. That’ll have to wait.

Listened to ford.’s new album today. Twice. It’s fantastic. That man has a sound worth emulating. It’s so warm and fuzzy and lush and emotional but also dynamic and punchy and electric and powerful. The drums are so tasteful - intricate but not overwhelming, with a dialed-in groove and a soft sonic profile that somehow still pokes through. Every fill seems to pay off just right, gracefully carrying the song into the next section. I felt caressed and warmed and excited and all the things you look for in a good friend or partner.

I hope that one day I can make music that makes people feel like that. Shit, I’d be glad if I could make music that makes me feel like that.

Well, back to work.