I am shifting the emphasis of my post production room from mixing to composing. I have moved all my modular analog synths from the back wall towards the centre. Now they reside just to my left of the mix position.
The process of re-arranging the space is very reminiscent of re-arranging my bedroom as a kid, upward and including the ritualistic practice of dust bunny removal.
Travels with a gaggle of guys.
The differences between solo motorcycle travel and a group ride are absolute. Especially when the agenda for the group ride is less about the landscape and culture and more about the quality of the roads (read: twisty and fast).
I enjoyed pushing my limits and learning from more experienced riders. Tight fast corners and goofy fun was the order of the day.
That said, the need for group decisions and negotiated choices is hard to engage in when used to the absolute control of solo living. It was good for my ego to embrace that and take advantage of what it has to offer.
Still, how to approach the South America trip is unsure for me.
Hanging with a bunch of dudes was great fun but I felt little or no connection with the where I was or any of the local people.
Interesting choices yet to come.
An inspired take by Alex Lifeson at Revolution Recordings.
We just got the sounds up and this was his first pass.
We did many more but this early one was filmed.
A guest guitar solo for Jason Plumb’s upcoming album.
A particularly colourful sunset.
Finally imported some video from my other camera.
This is my nephew Jameson filming from the back of my bike. Return trip from Port Renfrew to Victoria.
The demotion from demi god to mere mortal is complete with the switching off of the motorbike engine in my driveway.
While solo travel on a motorbike is humbling there is also a feeling of being an ‘arrogant monkey’ thumbing its nose at the elements with technology and determination.
Now… home feels a little small… and banal problems of life await my attention. Cest la vie, eh.
There was a bit of a blurring between flopping on a couch for well needed rest and a flopping feeling of depression. The two sensations were switching back and forth like a two dimensional drawing of a cube. Which way is up? Today I feel much better and am ready to get back to building a city life for myself again.
My mothers heath is much better and she was released from the hospital the day of my arrival. It was nice to hold her and feel love.
There were times on the trip when I felt like it was the most sublime thing I had ever done in my life. Other times I felt foolish and escapist. Well, I’m going to let all these feelings and perspectives stew for a while and see what comes out of it.
As a beta test for world travel it felt like a small baby step.
I like framing 17,000 km (10,000 miles) of motorbiking as a baby step.
That feels right.
To paraphrase Tolkien. Well, I’m back.
Conn, Ontario. Toronto Soaring Club
I was a member 11 years ago. Phoned the president and asked to camp here. No one around but hay balers.
Coffee next morning.
My pals Ken and Steve have ridden up to the tip of the Bruce to meet me. Eating, drinking and having laughs. I ease back into home life.
Looking forward to seeing my family. I may have to visit my mom in the hospital. Hopefully she will have been released by Saturday morning but they are not sure.
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