Here. We. Are.
I arrived in San Francisco last night, and my producer and I ate at a marvelous Cuban place (Cha Cha Cha) in the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of the city. (I had ceviche, and it was soooo good. The only thing that could have been better was the monster plate of fried new potatoes with some sort of smoky pepper aioli that I inhaled.) This part of SF is known historically as having been the epicenter of the “Summer of Love,” the hangout for the hippie crowd that included the Grateful Dead and Janis Joplin. It’s a bit more mainstream now, but you can still see the bones of its boho heyday.
I didn’t have a lot of energy left after the travel (and since I’m recovering from cleverly ramming a rusty piece of rebar into the sole of my foot last week, I couldn’t do much walking), so we headed back to the home of the high school friends with whom we’re staying this week. It has been lovely catching up – and they have three beautiful children about the age of our three, so I feel both quite at home and also delightfully without responsibility. 🙂 I got to sleep in this morning, which was HEAVEN. Heaven, I tell you.
Today Gabe and I spent several hours working through the songs, figuring out what needs to be done, making some final decisions, checking my chord charts, and getting ready for the studio work (which will begin tomorrow). I’ve gotten to hear the string parts he’s been scoring, and I love them.
Tomorrow, I’ll be laying all of the final piano tracks, from 10am-9pm. On Wednesday, our string quartet (Squid Inc) will be adding the string tracks during the same hours. And then on Thursday and Friday, it’s all vocals all the time, 12noon-11pm.
My goal is to rest up well tonight, so I can be ready to enjoy this gorgeous piano I get to play.
More to come!
Joyful in this good work,