Friday, January 16, 2004

I met Trisha's dad and dog tonight, Phil and Rusty, respectively. Unfortunately, I kept mixing their names up. At one point I was yelling, "Come, Phil, come!" The dad seemed sad when he realized I was actually referring to Rusty the weiner dog. Strangely, he almost came-- the dad that is. The dog paid no mind. From now on I'll just refer to them collectively as, 'Dod'.

I recorded for four hours today, at Shawn's. Jen's harmonies were excellent, especially on "It's Good to be Awake When She Arrives".

Tomorrow and Monday I will help install a drop-ceiling for the Westside Wellness Center.

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