There's no multimedia today. I could post mockups of Electrobot, I suppose, but I'm going to hold out for some real documentation of the first performance at the end of July. Besides, this isn't really a post about new musical/artistic happenings per se, more a post about life happenings (or nonevents that feel like something more) that of course encompass new projects, but those projects are maybe symptomatic of a new or at least refreshed attitude and outlook.
Writing is sometimes like the cartoon image of plugging a dam, stop up one leak and another blows through and soon you're out of fingers and toes. I say that because now, instead of writing about a psychological resetting I want to write about whether making things is the symptom of rejuvenation happening elsewhere or its cause. Neither/nor. More like a feedback loop. Maybe that's the way to think of it: outputs wired to inputs, always, and living well means negotiating the signal. Sometimes the signal gets so hot, though, that you have to pull the plug. And somehow being greeted by DADADADADADA when I got home, along with laughter and a gigantic eight-toothed smile didn't overheat the system. I'm building capacity, it would seem. And now onto the next: a set of new songs for Wassaic, which has a new website (the Festival, not the town). It's a lot to commit to physical memory in six weeks, so there's really no time to waste. Then I get working on the DEFINITIVE audio version of The Exchange, which will then become to definitive video version of the same. And then MORE MORE MORE before the school year starts, taking care to keep the feedback under control.