People,

Last night Gordito and I loaded up the band sub-compact Saturn (of Dukes of Hazzard fame - see yesterday's entry) and headed for the Big Apple to master the disk of the new sweetness. "Why head to the Big City, country boy?" you might ask, and that's a fair question. Uber-producer Mike somehow finagled it that we could master at the Sony offices (yes, that SONY). And people, when SONY calls you you only ask yourself two questions: "What time?" and "Where can I park the Saturn?"

Honestly, we were a little apprehensive to master our modest indie record at a major label's studios, but Mike eased our minds. He said "the masterer Steve is a really weird guy. You always have to call him 'Master', you shouldn't make direct eye contact and he may punch you in the face." Um, thanks Mike.

Anyway, this proved not to be true. Although Steve did punch me in the face (repeatedly), he was an A-OK guy. The only problem we ran into was when he was going on and on about how Metallica behaved when they remastered something together the week before in the same room. I was like "Blah blah blah. You know what Steve? We didn't come here to be overwhelmingly undercharged for a $500 an hour mastering room to hear you dither on endlessly about these Metallica people, whoever they are. Also, keep your pretty juicy gossip about Fred Durst to yourself if you don't mind." After that he straightened up.

OK, OK. Actually last night was a blast. We were way out of our element, but ended up getting the best sounding disk we have ever had. We are really excited to get the packaging together and get it out there. Big thanks to Steve and SONY studios and even Mike, although he sometimes smells like a turd.