Which is as harrowing as it is liberating. After spending months, chipping away at an album re-writing it re-mixing it, and making it as great as possible, I finally get to finish it, and release it. In a lot of ways it's a rite of passage for me. I write something like this every time I upload a new project to Bandcamp. My laptop overheating on my bare thighs, my son climbing on me like I'm an elm tree, and my daughter practicing crawling on the floor, while she grunts and yells incoherent thoughts about being a 7 month old monster, blood-thirsty for her next victim (you'd have to know her to appreciate that sentence).
I'm currently laying in bed at 9:05 am, on Thursday, September 8th, 2016.
