Tonight I'm sitting in a hauntingly silent recording studio nestled in the heart of the prairies. I find myself pondering the hypocritical quandary that is Joal Kamps. There are swelling gusts of wind passing across the rolling Albertan landscapes, howling as they dance around unfinished joints and window frames. The clouds forming to the West look like a wall of darkness. The people from in town say a storm is coming.
Wash me white as snow.
-J04L
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
recording/painting sessions
Tonight I find myself doing some painting at MuzikHaus. The control room is looking a little warmer with the new tone I'm throwing down (not literally... I'm being VERY careful not to spill). Life is good; I've got energy, some Lazy Mutt, and whole a lot more to be thankful for. Blessings.
-J04L
-J04L
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