"We sure did a lot of work on that Paddy's last night" said Mel, as I entered his cabin that morning to retrieve the laundry that he graciously invited me to wash, completely forgetting to take it the previous night after consuming one or two grips worth of whiskey. Thanking him again for the dinner and hospitality, I trampled back home through the light dusting of snow we had received overnight, clutching my camo duffle bag full of fresh clothes and desperately in need of some chips.
Following an unexpected call from one of my Texas-based cousins, the self proclaimed "biggest fan of my journal", who wanted to inquire as to whether or not I was here "stashing bodies somewhere in the woods", I settled back into some music. After a six month musical hiatus, my energy focused instead on starting and running my own business as an Art Director & Designer, I've noticed a dramatic improvement in my recent songwriting abilities, specifically the mixing and engineering process, which had previously stunted my productivity due to frustration fueled by inexperience. With the new found ability to hear and shape sounds differently, I decided to dust off the cobwebs by slicing up some psychedelic funk from pre-war Iran.