blessed are we

great.

scratch vocals have been postponed until Monday, my fondest wish that they be finished, then.

I was reading the 14th September issue of the New Yorker--specifically articles about interior designer Kelly Wearstler and the internet footwear retailer Zappos--and was flushed with a desire to be famous and influential and provide excellent customer service.

I have felt this strongly before, reading the New Yorker.

The very thought of a biographical work is enough to thrill my narcissism to its peak; an article about Karl Lagerfeld's wild output and sincere eccentricity sent me flying a year or so, ago.

Just now, though, I was discussing this art project before us--specifically this blog and the enjoyment with which I'm blessed, imagining days of video editing and crafting wee .jpgs--and thinking about how much of an investment it is in myself.

If I demand the fame and stardom of the internet from my blog at the start I will have stolen its value in the end, hey, I truly most would like to be an artist.

I guess the contradiction to which I am drawing focus is the wild wild want for acceptance and appreciation that overwhelms me, so, as I really just want to do what I want to do.

I'm doing it

So here we go. I've got a demo without vocals (vocal melody performed by the MIDIest of piano sounds) for what is tentatively our opening jam of this record, accompanied by some video I recorded at the old place.

I think I am going to adjust the entrance of the flutes in the first chorus.

anyway