Guitar Editing

This morning's task has been to continue editing the guitar parts for the album. I've discovered that if Flextime is used too much, you can hear it really obviously on the tracks. There's only one track where this is a problem- in fact the track has been a bundle of problems right from the start because of it's odd, stilted rhythm. The rhythm may well dictate the fact that the whole thing is going to be slightly offbeat, but that might be nice. Maybe!

For an ears rest I go out into the back yard and listen to next door's down-talking. The dog barks quite a lot, but then that's what dogs do. At least it doesn't sound hysterical, like the poor Springer Spaniel that used to be shut in all day by itself in the house on the other side. That dog used to try to get out through the letterbox, and you could hear it yelping from the bottom of the street. I spoke to the owners about that, just once. 'No, you can't', they gaslit.

Probably like a lot of people, I've been trying to avoid Mr Frogface the Tedious Bulshitter ever since... always. Tennis, football and Frogface: the tellybox is having a rest for a bit. I'm roaring through the terrible crime paperbacks like nobody's business, although I've read an actual novel this week, which seemed to be very dull until the last few pages, which suddenly became incredibly sad. Was it worth the emotional labour? I'm not sure. Life is full of emotional labour at the best of times anyway without a novel rubbing your face in the nettles (that was a village punishment meted out by the village bully to little boys that she didn't like) (and no, it wasn't me!).