Tonight I’ll be back over at TB’s. Apparently we’re re-recording a track called I Am because there’s something hideously wrong with it, something so insidious and evil that I FAILED TO NOTICE IT AT ALL WHEN I RECORDED BACK-UP VOCALS ON IT THE WEEK BEFORE LAST. What this means is that the CD master has NOT gone to Iowa City and is NOT being pressed as I type.

What it means is that J’s album project is way the hell behind schedule. (Which doesn’t really matter, in the long run. I just like to complain.)

Anyway, tonight we’re re-recording an entire song. I will probably not get home until after midnight. Tomorrow we’ll be rehearsing in the afternoon – the entire band, together, for the very first time – and gigging at night.

And while I’m singing “religious music” (to quote my dad), he and Bread will be eating dead deep-fried chickens at the Mt. Hammil Tap in honor of Chuckie’s birthday. (My father doesn’t even know Chuckie, that’s how much he loves those fried chickens!)

I’m just glad I don’t have to go to Mt. Hammil again. A girl can only have cocktails and a salad bar for dinner so often.