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Just got in from a marathon mixing session that saw us tick three more "DONE" boxes on the album master tracklist. Listening to what we'd done on the car stereo on the way home, it all sounded to these ruined ears like big lovely pop music, which is good, because if it didn't after all the time that's been spent on it, I think I'd have to walk into the sea fully clothed and keep going until I couldn't go any more. Even the songs that had previously been causes for concern and planters of seeds of doubt seem to be good now, it's amazing what you can acheive just by being anally obsessive about small details. Spirits remain high generally, and Betikabin-fever has yet to steal over Gary, Caz and myself, despite our having spent pretty much every spare minute of the last....god knows how long in one another's company. Carolyn did nearly smash her flute to pieces against a guitar amp today mid-overdub, and also punched me a bit, but this was because she was arguing with herself, and not me at all, I think.
This week we have mostly been recording people who play in orchestras. I have learnt two interesting things about Gary;
a) He likes to stroke bumblebees.
b) He chews milk.
Light soon. Bed now.
D
