I'm listening to the rough mix from last weekend's recording. It's still too close for me to really be able to listen to it, but there was great progress made in the sessions. I'm high and in a new robe with a hood like a monk. My writing style has definitely changed and I'm not sure what I think of it yet. I need to finish one song to know for sure. It's a story about cosmic-space twins floating down from heaven like crows. They walk up to me and ask me for a cigarette, but I don't believe they're of age. So being, I ask to see their I.D. and one explains that they don't have an identification,.. but that she can do whatever she likes if her sister says she can. Hmmmm. So we're sitting together in an apartment... We got 5 of 6 of the remaining tunes in this project down... 4 of which were keepers. The other was a more recent write that I finished in the studio and got rough vocals recorded. This from Friday through Sunday. None too shabby. Trey is doing wonders at the controls. I have something I feel the need to speak on. Feel free to tune out my rant. There is a big furor in the press over the authenticity of a memoir currently on the market. It probably should have been sold as fiction, but I believe that anything one writes is embellished by the author. It's the nature of the Beast. I personally practice the art of fictionalized reality. My thought is that people will believe anything they read, until you tell them it's true. Anyway, this particular author was struggling and I have a feeling was pushed into presenting this work as Non-fiction in order to satisfy the current demands. People just love to read about other peoples lives. That being said and with a fat check being dangled in from of his face, the author dawned his fakir jacket and stepped on the stage. Unfortunately the stage that chose him was a mega-force in the publishing world that didn't do it's research... His fortune was made by the magic wand of one who controls the minds of millions and he was in too deep... and a curious mind in search of a mug shot discovered the lie. Now to a no-one this wouldn't have mattered much but now there were millions of gullible idiots that felt offended because they had been lead astray by their leader... even though she at first told them it was alright... minor details... details don't matter, the truth matters... and then she lead the author back to her stage and threw him to the lions. The hand that giveth taketh away and scolds. What a wrathful wench. Read with your own discretion and don't let an emotion broker tell you what you feel. There are books in the world that people will tell you are real when they obviously aren't... but does that mean there's no truth to be found? I'm reading the book in question. I knew it was embellished from the first few pages and if you didn't, you're a moron. When was the last flight you were on that allowed a blacked-out drunk with no front teeth wearing a blood and vomit soaked shirt onto the plane after being dropped off by someone? I praise the author, but maybe don't go on TV next time. Shame on the rest of you. It's a book, for God's sake.