To save pop music we had to destroy it.

Brent was at the hospital. Hurt was in Excuseville. Keddiz was on the campaign trail. So that just left myself and Dr. F-Spec.

The Speculum roast was sizzling on the oven-top. Mmmm? You could smell the pleasure even on the porch. While I was eating it, I could hear Grandpa Jones describing it to me. It’s as though he were standing on the spoon detailing each bite. This was quite a unique experience for me because all my roasts are soy.

When the food was consumed, the doctor turned to me, put up his hands as though he were pushing buttons on a video game controller and said, “Lil’ mixin’?” And so it began.

We gave up on Pack It Inn. That song still needs parts from past songs to be cut-and-pasted in. It’s the ol’ “this has been going on too long” trick.

Then we tackled “The Game of the Criss-Cross.” Feel noted that the “organ parts are terrible and they have always BEEN terrible, so either redo them or consider me out [of the project altogether].” It was an empty threat, but a potent one. I will midi my way back into his favor.

Finally, we absolutely nailed the mixing of “Hell Is Real.” You could hear dogs out the window barking pleasurably for miles! (Note: The dogs are one yard over, in an interminably deep, stomach-churning cavern.) I’ll never forget the lack of enthusiasm we showed to (ostensibly) mask our throbbing fervor for this our two coins for the charon. We’ve already burned a cd of it, put it on the wall of Su-Su-Studios and hung our hats directly on it.

Thursday should get back to the Mormon normal. I expect we’ll have emotions to convey. (We tend to bottle them up on Wednesdays.) I’ll tell you all about our field trip to the dog races and how our performance on the Main Lawn was wrought with violent dissatisfaction. We’ll also reveal the winner of the Centennial perennial pot that has been thriving in Keddiz’ kitchen for weeks now. You’ll need to wash off the bottom of it.

–glen