Once More In To The Breach...

Man, this was a tough week. I find myself at (or possibly over) the limit of the number of individual things I can successfully focus on. We’ve got the next AD product chugging along, I’m doing some contract software work for another company, I’m trying to finish DronestationX, I am one mix away from having this Micronaut EP done, and somewhere in there we managed to ship off a metric fuckton of t-shirts and an MKS-80, and I wrote my monthly column for Computer Music.

Sometimes I don’t have any issue with this many plates spinning. We managed to release 8 full length albums of my own music (plus quite a few records from other people) in the first half of the ’00s while I worked a full time job. Social life? Not so much, but it was Chicago. Half the year was a wash because of shitty weather anyhow.

Nowadays it’s tougher, though. Ever since we moved to Portland in February of last year, I’ve had terrible anti-completionist syndrome. (The dreaded ACS!!! O NOES!) I start a lot of songs, but I don’t seem to finish many. Well, that’s not strictly true. We’re one track away from the holy Finished land on the RT60 full-length, and that track is mostly recorded. I have actually finished about 15 tracks for this Micronaut EP; it’s just that 10 of them didn’t make it past my internal A&R dude for whatever reason. (Mainly that reason was “this sounds like a Chosen Lords outtake…”)

Anyhow, long story short, my shit is a jumbled disaster right now. My office looks like Hurricane Cables And Floppies passed through, immediately followed by Tropical Depression Empty Monster Can. It’s sort of a fractal mess, where every individual pile of shit is a mess unto itself, continuing down to the size of a rack screw. I’ve found that going down to the bare metal is really the only solution to this scenario, so as soon as these two albums are completed (O, Happy Day!) I’m gonna go to Home Depot and rent myself a front-end loader, clear this shit out and start new.