Another Saturday

…have to admit they’re get­ting bet­ter and bet­ter: more time, more adven­tures, more record­ing, more read­ing; Lucian talking-without-talking, walking-without-walking, all those secret hybridi­ties that come from a mind stretched between a baby and a child. Towards the end of today’s record­ing ses­sion, hit with the tired feel­ing, sort of like I am out of ideas. I mean, one can only use a dis­torted tuba so much. In any case, love and thanks to Iryshka for arrang­ing a work ses­sion today.

update: actu­ally, got to hit the record­ing room again, since Yana stayed ’til 3pm; man­aged to give insec­tile birth to one more musi­cal idea, one that hope­fully emerges from its lar­val stage with wings.