No matter how cool your job is, it’s slow movin’ on a Monday, especially when a huge part of what you do requires being inspired. Guitars and soundboards don’t always seem so exciting after an epic city weekend with the wife and baby boy.
We went to the Atlanta aquarium yesterday morning. After a solid sunday afternoon nap we went to see a movie in Midtown. We stepped out of the theatre into a snow flurry. The soft city lights danced through ten-thousand wind-whipped flakes as we leapt down the Atlantic station promenade to keep warm. An elated baby child on my shoulders squealed with glee into the deserted streets of urban Georgia. The air was cold and electric. Like breathing in Christmas.
This morning at the hotel I kissed them goodbye and they rolled back to Charlotte town leaving me with cold guitars, preamps, cables, and compressors. Sigh… Lets make a record.