Well I have managed to break down some barriers of inertia and now have workable basic tracks for almost all 13 of the tracks onthe ‘olde’ album. Some of these were extracted/ressurected from old programs I have used like Ableton Live and Cubase. These have been succesfully rebirthed and regrooved in Pro tools. Along the way of course I discovered more ’OK’ material that might be worth working on and some which I thought was good  turned out to be ‘average’ so it won’t make the cut. I am off for 5 nights for a ‘holiday’. The portable record rig [read laptop] will follow in a trailer as well as the encyclopedia of lyrics that demand attention.  Should be a nice relaxing time.

I said I would have the ‘bones’ for the two albums done by the end of the 107 days. After going through archives and cassettes and even journals from yesteryear! I think I have a final list for the ‘olde’ stuff:

1. Distant galaxy – bones track recorded
2. Myra – bones track in Ableton Live – needs to be redone
3. Lemonade – bones track recorded
4. Someday Someday [Claire] – bones track done
5. If we had a Kombi – bones track in Ableton Live- needs to be redone
6. A lot on your mind – bones track in Cubase to be redone
7. A Hundred times a day [what are U thinking] Bones track done
8. Alone in my room – bones track in ‘live- to be redone
9. Come to their sense – no track yet
10. Life on TV – no tack yet
11. Act Naturally – no track yet [ damn that 11/4 timing!]
12. More than sometimes – Deluxe bones track done
13. You shall be rewarded – no track yet
14. Hungry for some love – bones track in Live [might stay there]

So obviously I need to do some arse moving in the next 12 sleeps to meet target-that doesn’t include the songs for the other album ! That’s about 70% there.

Been rehearsing for the performance at Open Studio tonight.. it weil be a lively and intersting gig in what could easily be mistaken for someone’s front room!

I think I might have worked out the best way to approach all this writing/recoding/etc [only took two months!] I call it my W.R.A.P. formula-:
W is for Write- best done between 7.30 am and 12.30- including Object Writing
R is for record by the time I’m past lunch my brain is gluggy but I’m fine for laying tracks and singing
A is for Aquisition- this might mean going for a walk down the street or a drive to a nearby suburb or seeing a film – having a coffee with someone and tossing ideas about, anything that gets ‘new material’ in your brain and senses!
P is for Production. after dinner time this is the time to polish those traks recorded during the afternoon or revisit work on other mixes in progress – usually all wrapping up by ten PM!

This week I’ve worked on structire and lyric for ‘Low maintenance’ [not ready for rough posting yet], ‘a hundred times a day’. Re-discovered a lost song called ‘mostly for you’, re-lyriced ‘More than sometimes’, ‘Another perfect morning’, ‘buried and dead’ and ‘bio bomb’. Just 25 days ’til I’m back to the ‘real’ workface!

Lately he’s been dreamin’ about how its gonna be

Sometime in the future there’s a place down by the sea

Fishing’ off the pier, – with his new grandson

Been saving every dollar,  to realise his dream

Been Working at the factory since he was seventeen

Those stacks on the horizon they been a friend to him

Always banked that paycheck There was just enough left

Times were never hard or so it seemed

And that dream ain’t too far away

Where he can live without a care

And every day will be like Sunday

He can do whatever he wants

He can fix the fence

or walk the dogs

learn to dance

or Whittle logs

He can sit out on the porch

’cause every day will be like Sunday

He’s been building up a nest egg up there New York

Somewhere in Manhattan they’re working after dark

growing all his dollars with a million others

they never have a moment to talk

And some financial crisis been comin’ to a head

He hasn’t taken notice of what the papers said

He doesn’t know no-body up at AIG

his dollars keep on growin’ he can see it every day

and that dream’s so much closer now

nothing can stand in its way

and every day will be like Sunday

He can do whatever he wants

he can grow some plants

or brew some hops

He can write freelance

and go for walks

or just sit out on the porch

’cause every day will be like Sunday

He came home on Thursday night and was sorting through the mail

found a yellow envelope it looked just like a bill

as his finger slit the top of it , 

might as well  have been his throat

all that money he’d been building up

had gone

just like a puff of smoke

he didn’t want to believe it

how everything was gone

he didn’t want to let go of his dream

where every day will be like Sunday

He can do whatever he wants

He can fix the fence

He can walk the dogs

He could learn to dance

He can Whittle logs

He can sit out on the porch

’cause every day will be like Sunday

’cause every day will be like Sunday

’cause every day will be like Sunday

’cause every day will be like Sunday

Another Perfect Morning-Update 15 July> Lyrics -