This has been my landscape recently:
*a pal's in-house recording studio
*six-packs of mid-range beer & Hot Mama's pizza (1/2 cheese, 1/2 pesto)
*scripts flung across the floor
*staring at the carpet, listening to my singular reader work it out
*chill beats: Sir Mix-A-Lot, Limerence, Shabazz Palaces, Fiona
*hey girrrlll--Maaaaa?--Officer Hoedown
It's coming along, finally; order emerging from chaos, sun peeking from clouds, Terminator stepping out of the fog. Soon, you'll get a chance to peep it. Stay tuned.
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