The Recording sessions

The only way to begin this episode of events is: I am copying part of a letter I sent my dearest friend Diviana. Then as the weekend unfolds I will tell more.

I have been back in Queenstown about three hours. The weather Thursday and Friday was like out of some damned horror movie starring Dracula and Frankenstein as lovers. I kept thinking a major storm will cancel this project AGAIN?

I had scheduled a session with my Reflexologist for Thursday morning at 11:45 AM thinking that would be a most cleansing, relaxing ritual to experience before driving for two and three quarters of an hour to Invercargille.

My GOD! I COULD NOT FIND ANNA'S HOUSE! I have driven there time after time! She called me on my Vodafone wondering where I was. I told her I was out of my mind, someplace in Fern Hill, (Anna lives in Sunshine Bay!) She is so incredible and kind. She talks me all the way to her drive way. I float in. She says, "What is going on?" I told her "I feel fucked up!"

She went to work with her magic hands and angelic energy. I walked out feeling grounded. Pack the car, say goodbye to my family here at the house and begin driving. I drove through winds, sleet, rain, cold and dark clouds. The roads were a mess with branches blown across them, lost sheep and oil slicks. I made it into Invercargille.

Mind you, I have a real story to tell how I discovered this young man who is at The Southern Institute of Music. He is an absolute angel. I drove right to the motel within in walking distance of his house. His house was built in 1909 - 1912. Amazing Villa. Old wood, lead cut stained glass. His wife is an artist. Great art work on fabric, murals... The room we work in must have been a huge dining room or ball room. Crown moldings, amazingly high ceilings. I LOVE IT. Totally me.

Diviana had written me an e mail that was very special. I printed it and carried it with me. She knows how many times this project has been thwarted by powers beyond my control. Mike the Engineer drives me to the main studio at the Institute. He was all ready to go. I told him to give me a few moments alone to center and balance myself as I have felt all strung out... then I'd let him know when I was ready. I wanted to lay down the THEME FOR DIVIANA first before anything got in the way of that piece. (I had to make sure the piano would not crumble to pieces or the cables from the piano to the recording engineer's room did not explode... BIG MEDITATIONS TIME)

I tell you, I am living proof that there are Etherian Golden Drops of Magical Vibrational Elixirs that filtered down on my balding head, heart and hands. 1st "take" almost was perfect! 2nd "take" is a keeper. End of that composition. On to my next piece: WALKING WOUNDED. This was inspired by a piece of art one of my dearest friends channeled. It has everything in it from Eastern Philosophy to smoky dark bar rooms and a bit of Gypsy color... It went off like magic!
Everything flowed. I was exhausted by midnight. (I only record at night) We had set the times from 8 PM until midnight.

Last night we worked at Mike's house from 7 PM until 2:30 AM. I went to bed at 3 and awoke at 7:30 AM! Why so long? This is the hardest part of a recording. The Bells and Whistles... Strings, bass, percussion, pre mixing you name it. I have a CD.
A very rough draft. Mike will have to compress somethings, repair
glitches and smooth out all the icing on this cake. He can do it and will!

I cried driving home. There were times I felt this enormous force pushing me across the middle lane into an approaching car called head on fucking wreck. I was a mess once again. I am a different man for having gone through this ordeal. I actually believed I may be having a nervous brake down. God, do people still have nervous Break Downs? My grandmother's used to say their "nerves were acting up". I honestly had to fight in my mind and body to stay on the road. It was a war zone. I know the darkest side of things cannot take control of you IF you do not cooperate. I think I may have chopped the heads off of some ugly demons that have been living in my head and body for years.

I am home safe and sound and back with my MAC, my tunes, and my life beside the beauty of a lake, mountains and sky.
Autumn is on the edge... I do like Invercargille. Get this: This recording will be my last and I made it in the Southern Most City on Planet Earth!!! I stood years ago on the edge of a grassy cliff which dropped off into the ocean as I hiked around the southern most farm in the world. Yes, South America has Patagonia, but it 'aint a city. Invercargill is a large city and very 50's. People are kind and they remember you. The buildings are wonderful and shopping reminds me of when I was a young boy in Ogden Utah! More later.