TWO MONTHS AGO this day, I said I was in the final mix stages of this next album. I should have known better. That's precisely how one curses a project: divulging too much about it. As we speak, Fate's agents are ransacking the place, rewinding my clocks, burning my notes, leaving milk on the counter... Meanwhile, I'm listening to these tracks, teetering on that dangerous precipice of When To Stop Mucking With It. It's close. And I will say no more until it's done...
