Saigon... shit; I'm still only in Saigon... Every time I think I'm gonna wake up in a completed studio. When I was ready to install my first layer, things got worse. I'd wake up ready to work, and there'd be something else. I hardly said a word to my wife, until I said "yes" I'll come up and help you with house work.
When I was down in the studio, I wanted to be playing with my kids; when I was playing with my kids, all I could think of was getting back into the studio.
I'm here 2.5 months now... waiting for the end to be in sight... I'm getting softer; every minute I stay in this room, I get weaker, and every minute Double-Helix paints his control-room, he gets stronger. Each time I looked around, the walls seemed to need something ELSE.
I watched Apocalypse Now the other day, and when Martin Sheen was reciting those words, I laughed out loud. I feel like him!! This studio (even though its small) is sucking the life out of me. I CAN NOT believe all the time it takes, all the roadblocks, and the things I find out I need to do before I can continue, all the mistakes, all the money, the frustration, the loss of family time, Brad time, sleeping time. I want to think about music again. I want to think about gear, recording, flowers, needle-point, cars, sex, anything but friggin sheetrock, double-walls, Isomax clips, air-tight rooms!!!!
My HVAC muffler - the thing that weights like 1000 lbs and nearly killed me trying to install it - this God-forsaken thing is TOO LOW!!!!
How did this happen?
Why? Why me?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Ok, I'm better now. Had to vent. I need sleep and some more time. I'll fix it.
Good night.