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Day One Hundred Thirty Seven (Year Two)

I got halfway through the new Black Keys record this morning.  Absolutely loving it thus far.

Had an interesting discussion with R. tonight over pizza and beer.  She asked how things were going with the band, and I told her that things had hit a wall because J.'s studio was down.  We talked about how it felt like not too long ago that I had been home, and songs were being worked on and everything was moving along at a really quick pace.  Then we figured out that those things all happened in August.  She proceeded to ask me what it was that J. brought to the table that I couldn't do myself, if I so desired.  What were the answers? 

1) ProTools
2) Education

Then I admitted that, given an entire day locked in with only music stuff to focus on, I could probably figure out tempos on everything, throw together some rudimentary drum tracks, and plow ahead on my own.  I told her that I'd feel better about the whole project if we were partially done with all 10 or 12 or however many songs than I do beating the same song over and over again like it's a dead horse.

I'm really feeling like I can't move forward with any other writing of music until I can finish off this project, and so, if I'm taking charge of my learning and my playing and my teaching this month/next year, I might as well step up and take care of my band too.  After all, nobody else seems to be doing it.

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