Eric’s off to England to get the 45 ready to be pressed up next week. It’s all so immediate, unlike the long gestation for a full length album. I haven’t made a stand-alone single since The Shams “Only A Dream/3 AM” for Bob Mould’s SOL label back in late 80’s, so I find it very exciting! We’re going to make it available as a download too, for the turntable-impaired.
It’s funny with Eric gone, since we’re always together. I imagined I’d be sliding out into the kitchen in Ray Bans, white socks and shirt with Bob Seger wailing. Or at least buying eggs and bananas at the supermarket because he can’t stand the sight of them. But I couldn’t find where they keep the eggs, and I’d have to call Eric and ask where he keeps his Bob Seger.
I took a stroll in one of the villages where we have several of our “properties” to keep an eye on but somehow they just looked like normal village houses without my conspirator to help with the surveillance.
So, writing and drawing and watching a French film made for TV. Omelettes and bananas Foster tomorrow.