Spent Friday night at Exposition Studios with Josh—me with my guitar & pedal setup and he with a Drone Thing by Electro-Faustus (now revamped as Drone King). We made some fucking noise, and between the waves talked about Rick Rubin and music production.

Then, a strange thing: after an intense conversation about media addiction, social evolution and the sprawl of technology, my phone disappeared on the drive home. A quick turn on to my street made it slide off the dash and now I just can’t find it for the life of me. There’s some kind of meaning to be pulled from that, I’m sure.

I am making some new things to expel some pandemic-era demons. This is an outline of one such project. It’s getting there.