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Monday, March 26, 2001 ... Noon We have decided that the album is its own entity: it breathes and sleeps and dreams and throws tantrums and takes its time like any other temperamental visionary creature.
As Chris and I sat at the Pinecone Diner in Point Reyes Station last night (Chris with creamy squash soup and me with garlic mashed taters), we talked about why the recording process is taking so long, how we feel like we are creating something bigger than ourselves, and how we now realize that we have really pushed our bodies and our musical abilities right to the edge on this album. (read: we are exhausted, but ecstatic) Daisin the cat deposited the stomach of some little critter in front of my mike stand yesterday. I grazed it with my shoe. Was is a sign? He will not speak, but stares at me with his yellow eyes. He bashes things with his head in an effort to scent them. He crushes skulls with his teeth and swallows the bones like a snake. He shows me his belly. I sang my lead vocals for ELEPHANT late into the evening. And as I did so, I discovered that it's no longer "a doozie", but instead "a Stuka". A couple more weeks to go ... Love, Kelly "longing to be an Astronaut" Atkins news archive: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5
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(read:
the album isn't finished yet)