Pulling Black Spag From His Bag: Mixing finishes with a capital “Z”!

The naysayers will not have their day.  The “Cul de Sac of Creativity”  will be denied no longer.  The dream is made real.

It’s true, final mixing on “Centennial” is complete.  This was “Tweak Week”, which was our final chance to make any changes, and we went out on a high note.  I tracked fuzz bass and a new backing vocal on “Alright Alright”,  Glen and I joined our voices to pull the coda of the newly retitled “Shimmy’s Sham” together, and “Your Open Heart Becomes a Grave” received an overhaul which left it sparkling.

And rather fittingly, the last song we worked on was “Zabaglione Son, S’All I Quire”.  Glen told us what it was about.  I’m not pleased.  And what of Bootsy, Rerun and Mitsy?

It is done. You can no longer deny it anymore than I can keep making up lies about it. Next week we take it to get mastered by Kevin Ratterman, who has been a major supporter in getting this thing done.  Then I’m getting married.  If I am eaten by sharks on my  Jamaican honeymoon, “Centennial” is still finished. And nothing save the end of the world can prevent it from reaching your hot hands on 10/10/10.

PS: I don’t know if there are sharks in Jamaica. There are certainly parks, though.

“We lost our lives

Jamaican sharks

Came eating our parts

it starts

to hurt

and spurt

our body parts

crunching around in its mouth

and circling around

the tasteless fjords

we go – and so

we float away

I’m hoping to meet

Jamaican Sharks”

- by Brent Stewart