Even though the family car was destroyed on Tuesday, I still made it to recording on Wednesday. By the light of DCC’s lava lamp, as it lightly heated the skin of Trixie’s Pot Stickers, I found myself singing endlessly, sans results to find pride in.
An Expert on Barriers has been in the works for about twenty years. We’ve been writing, rewriting, not righting, but riding its buzz for that whole arid era. Some think the tune means less than photoshop switchings of father-and-son heads. A lonely me in the other room couldn’t agree less as I fight the urge to cry and go home…in a car that I do not own.