IN RESPONSE to the numerous queries regarding yester-day’s recording session, I come to you this morning.  Thank you all for your well-wishes and encouragement.  It is the very fuel that has propelled this great steam engine thus far.  There is much more to tell than I have time for, I lament, but we are only a third of the way done and I am currently halfway out the door.  Therefore, I will dispel some highlights.

The session began late as it took some time to get each distinguished member’s sound dialed-in.  Once we had each personage sounding like his or her repective self, the record button was pressed.  As we performed, four songs were captured like lightning in a bottle; Another Clew, The Grey House, Eloise, and Confidential Friend.  It had been my hope to render at least four selections per day, so I was thrilled that we managed to do this in the abbreviated time-period of Three O’clock to Midnight.

Mr. McMahan and I stopped off at a tavern for a nightcap and to recap the day’s events.  Having spent all day in a state of extreme focus, it was a very strange experience to be among the hoards of Friday evening bar-goers.  They passed around us on all sides like displaced phantoms in search of something, heaven knows what.  I soon retired to the Old Manse and slipped immediately into a dead slumber.  To-day I feel well-rested and fully-prepared for the rigors of recording.

Fervently!
Mr. H.