And finally...Violins.

Recording is complete. A couple guest appearances by some of my favorite musician friends and now on to mixing. Tim Fite lent his voice to help dramatically conclude a tale of domestic dispute. The father, always away at sea, leaves his wife and children back home, feeling abandoned and poor. The conversation ends when the man's mother proclaims "the ship of my son, may it never return." Filled with shame, she wishes him dead.



On a lighter note, the immensely talented Alicia Jo Rabins of Golem came by the "studio" to lay down some strings. She noted how apropos it is to be singing songs written on the eve of the Spanish Inquisition as bulldozers and dump trucks herald my expulsion just outside my window. Also if anyone can explain why when I took this photo it caused the recording to cut out for a minute, I'm curious to know.