I finished the
two pieces for Miss Laurel Brauns' new album, House of Snow, this week. On Tuesday, an hour before I was Laurel was coming to pick them up, I was being persnickety with the title piece. All of a sudden, my work table, which Was propped up to lower rib height by milk crates, flipped over, tumbling my computer, my iron (did you know I use an iron?), and many tiny scraps of paper over and into the studio space next to mine (sorry, Mr. Monson). I suppose this was my clue to stop working.
Again, I am honored to have been creative for Laurel. Please check out her
music if you get a chance.
In other news, the following:
- This is the longest winter I have lived in Central Oregon, good grief.
- I may be adding yoga-ness to this blog. Namaste.
- Tomorrow is an important date, just wanted to acknowledge that.
- If the world starts to end on Saturday, I will be taking Kelt, my bike, my guitar, and some friends to the Oregon coast. You will find us singing songs there.
