People,

I'm back in town after a three day weekend of rocking the binary bits in NYC. All in all, I got a lot done and laid down some sweet licks, but I also made the life of our one of a kind producer Tim Bright a bit of a nightmare.

You see, I realized on the way down to New York that I was geting sick. In fact, by the time I arrived I had a fever of 101 and had become the world's most efficient nasty green lung crap factory. And, unfortunately, when you have a fever you are no good for recording the rock guitar...unless....you slam your body full of as much Dayquil as it will take.

So, Friday morning, hopped up on enough cold medicine to make Wavy Gravy have a flashback I sat down to make the rock. And rock I did, as one take of garbage piled up on top of another. I was this drooling retard in the chair who looked at the guitar in my hands like it was some sort of artifact from an ancient civilization that I had never seen before. It was ugly.

Finally, with Tim's patience we made it through the tracks and I'm happy with the end result. However, I am resting assured that for as long as I'm sick I won't have to worry about getting any high priced session gigs.