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So I haven't finished the art for Safe Harbour yet. Got a few samples. Still working.

Masters are in. Final logistical details to clean up. Naming. ISRC codes. Getting the credits right.

Putting all that aside.

We did two SC11 sessions this week. I'm not sure whether everything we tried worked. I'm OK with that.

There comes a point where you reach a fork in the road, so to speak. Which way will the song go? 

If it leads to a dead end, turn around, go back.

In a way, we continue the great tradition of Australian Explorers - lost in the bush calling 'coooeee' to one another.

We have two more sessions scheduled and then? well? 

Are we done yet?

Nope.

Still more risks to take.

We have at least three more elements to try.

Nobody draws a map for this stuff, pack plenty of of water and biscuits.

Gracias A Senor Lynch.

Listening to Safe Harbour.

It's interesting to hear the phrases out there in the zeitgeist. Nice to know we're connected.

Safe harbour, Rogue state.

Fair and reasonable Self Doubt

Safe Harbour is another of our chosen risks. 

If we ever needed to underline that we work in a different time, the possibility that this album exists is that bright red line.

The multi media concept was that we would get 'The' take of the guitar element, along with the sound of the environment, both as video and audio.

Check.

The guitars are most often the voices that bring the songs out in the band, the most common tongue.

Listening to the birds, the waves, the sounds of the city, recorded in glistening modern high tech HD and High Audio capture, then detailed mixed and mastered.

Far out.

This is butter for your ears.

But it's gotta be your type of thing. 

Now what?

LOL.

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Mr L wisely called it. 'Safe Harbour' is the companion to 'Rogue State'. (SC10 and 11 respectively)

They're built to flow from one album to the other.

Yet - they're both stand alone pieces with different themes and sonic approaches.

So...

Do we:

A: release SC10 as a Stand Alone digital download (probably)

B: Press it as a stand alone CD (well...maybe....maybe a small hand crafted run and a short run)

C: wait for SC11 and release it in a double pressing (yes for sure but....time)

Rogue State has more work to do to rise to the level of Safe Harbour. Gonna take the time that it takes.

Safe Harbour Artwork's not even finalised.

Gig tonight, recording session for Rogue State tomorrow.

I'll post some of the last session with Stuart on Flute and Sax when I get a chance.

Watching the news come out of the US and seeing the world wobble a little on its axis.

Life during war time. Informational wartime.

SC11 has an official name now: Rogue State.

O tempora, oh mores, right?

(sigh)

Meanwhile in the stormcellar, construction continues.

Musicians of the Inner West

Woot. two more sessions for SC11 this week.

Slowly, slow, bit by bit.

We've had some wonderful support from our local musical colleagues. There's some heavy duty talent out there.

Choirs?

Looks like we're going to have a go at recording some Choir action next week. Unexpected and appreciated. Hoorah!

More details on that shortly.

Rebuild and Re process.

One of the tracks has failed to thrive. Yikes. First in a while. After trying many things for 'the Fix Is In' it hasn't met with approval. Now we're back to the rebuild, replace, redo stage. 

This may change timing now as we figure out the way forward.

Fiddling while Rome Burns

Gotta say, we make an effort to keep our focus on the useful positive stuff, everyone needs a time out.

That said, we truly live in interesting times and we're acutely aware of it.

We hope you, dear reader, fellow cellar dweller, are well, stay well.

Don't take no wooden nickels.

Keep your eyes on the horizon and make sure your personal stormcellar, that wonderful, unassailable place of calm in your mind, is well stocked with good sounds and the hinges oiled.

This is definitely NOT Kansas anymore, in toto.

The first lie is that you have no power.

One person makes a difference.

Ask the king, the tyrant, the despot

Telling you that you have no power.

The first way to win is to convince you of it.

It takes the responsibility of action from you

makes of your bad faith

enabler

fellow traveller

and lays the pathway to your own oppression.

It's hard to stand against the tide.

Hard to accept the answerless questions

knowing that they'll be asked only.

It takes the brighter skies of our minds

the stronger roots into the earth

the whole and perfect belief

that because there is life,

life wishes to be. Can be.

Who picks up each foot, one after another?

Who makes the journey of a thousand miles?

Who pays attention to the ten thousand things?

Who stays their hand in anger

offers it in kindness

chooses the harder path

because an unerring rightness directs them

stronger than a current

a true north from within

of understanding

of respectful awe

that knowledge demands.

It is your hand.

Your foot.

Your voice.

The first.

One amongst many,

each equally powerful

because they have chosen to be.

Eventually, one leaf falls

one drop of rain

one feather of snow,

from such gentle things

come the weight of what is real,

what cannot be resisted.

This is a truth of power.

It is not taken.

It is surrendered.

Hold fast, a moment longer.

Hold fast, the binding moments go

Hold fast until the tempest has abated.