Summer Bummer

And I had such plans

Listen, I’m going to send someone around with a bottle of wine. I gotta go, though.

Happy Tuesday, Machinists.

I still have Covid. I didn’t have Covid for a hot second (or barely had it, there was some dispute over a very faint line on a test) and now I have it again. I have what they call a Paxlovid rebound, a symptomatic one. So it’s rest and isolate for me all over again. As a wise man once said, “Fuck this shit.”

I was supposed to be in the studio this week, working on music. It was just going to be me and Tucker Martine, working together at Flora here in Portland, a hothouse environment for creation if ever there was one. I was really looking forward to it, guys. I’ve been demoing songs for the past few months and I’ve been genuinely excited to look at them afresh under the microscope of the studio and mangle them into their ideal selves. This very Machine Shop post/email/thing was going to be the next in the series of studio diaries.

But it is not to be.

So instead, I’m at home, back to isolating from my wife and kids, wearing a mask around the house, hoping I come out the end of this quickly. In lieu of a studio diary, I’ve put together a mixtape for you guys, assembled from the bowels of the monster itself, Spotify: