On Monday I did a take on "Three Days In the Tickle" that I think is the keeper for the album. I might edit out a pause here and there when all is said and done, but I'm okay with the one screwup in the lyrics. That leaves ten more tracks to complete. "Three Days In the Tickle" clocks in at eight minutes, so one take is a real good thing. I had no real choice, because my editing prowess are limited by my lack of knowledge, for sure, and perhaps my software.
I took a few days off from the book. I'll be happy if I spend 17 or 18 days on it this month, regardless of how much I get done. I should be able to start the pencil work on the first volume by sometime in August.
Now, Latina bullshit artists: I'm doing good to just be able to make the call when this or that young Latina acts like she has some sort of problem with me, when in fact it's just Latina Bullshit Artist bullshit. I interact with them in exactly the same sort of withdrawn, diffident manner that I interact with other young women, but they act like I'm doing something wrong. Like I said, I'm doing good to know when they are loading it on with their mantis tractor loader (if that is what is called) and I can begin to scoop it out with my bare hands.
Just like in my youth, it's pretty much useless to think about love, girlfriends, or relationships with these types, because it just never, ever stops. The fact that I can keep my head above water with these types, and that I sometimes have a little bit of clue about where they are coming from with this, god, such bullshit, is about the most that I can expect from myself.
I took a few days off from the book. I'll be happy if I spend 17 or 18 days on it this month, regardless of how much I get done. I should be able to start the pencil work on the first volume by sometime in August.
Now, Latina bullshit artists: I'm doing good to just be able to make the call when this or that young Latina acts like she has some sort of problem with me, when in fact it's just Latina Bullshit Artist bullshit. I interact with them in exactly the same sort of withdrawn, diffident manner that I interact with other young women, but they act like I'm doing something wrong. Like I said, I'm doing good to know when they are loading it on with their mantis tractor loader (if that is what is called) and I can begin to scoop it out with my bare hands.
Just like in my youth, it's pretty much useless to think about love, girlfriends, or relationships with these types, because it just never, ever stops. The fact that I can keep my head above water with these types, and that I sometimes have a little bit of clue about where they are coming from with this, god, such bullshit, is about the most that I can expect from myself.
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