The full moon is up. The drums on ‘Retrograde’ are nearly complete. We pass through the cycle of mercury in retrograde. The stage is being set for the next phase. Talk of the next step beguiles us.
A birthday party was held, for a friend from Belize, more extravagant than some wedding receptions. The good people of Belize and Columbia do not fool around when it comes to festivity. Food, drink, live music, DJ’s, and dancing were everywhere under the moonlit tent. The night was intoxicating and pleasurable, but somewhere beneath the luminous sky, things diverted into delirium and uncertainty. The bizarre tropical rain that soaked me to the bone at the previous nights jaunt to Milwaukee’s Irishfest was unusually unyielding, but the strange events continued on this clear nebulous night. After arriving back home, a glass patio table spontaneously shattered into tingling square crystals. House keys were misplaced, spare change jangled to the ground, and a sitting Buddha tumbled to the turf as a chill swelled in my twilight filled backyard Zen garden. The once vigorous night became unnerving and unhinged. Maybe there is something to this retrograde phenomenon. Communications, progress on projects, and relationships all seemed to beset with blockages. Well, this is ironically what the song is about…
Luckily the next sunny day, seeing The Red Hot Chili Pipers and Wolfhounds back at Irishfest, outshined the last two days of peculiar experiences. Tis always a great time with friends and great entertainment…
Back at the studio, the last guitar tracks for the project were recorded. The nylon stringed finger-picking intro to ‘9Sticks’ was crowned with a trippy Southern Rock blues lick. Drum tones formulated, loops refined, mixes introduced. The stage is being set for the next phase. Talk of the next step beguiles us.
The angel of the LORD encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them.
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