"What a long strange trip..." (San Francisco Part 4)

-Thursday night

And here we are in Studio D doing some rough mixes. It's late and we've been sitting in here most of the day. Breaks here and there- we just climbed up to the roof. Climbing on top of roofs seems to be a metaphor for me- a mark of a special night, and a mark of transition, change, growth I hope. Stared up and looked at the stars, the moon, the wall art, the people on the street, the tops of the trees...

Mixing up some of the tunes is a little surreal. Tunes that started blooming five years ago and tunes that were born five months ago. And then here I am. He we are.

And tomorrow everything begins new again. Just as I was starting to sink into this lifestyle. A day on the plane and then we'll be in Wisconsin and what comes next? That is a big question mark and one that even caused me some suffering for a while during our stay here. Just letting that go, and now we go home. 

Nonetheless, our time here has been magical. We have been honest because we haven't known anything else to be.

I tried coming here with a state of mind of effortlessness, welcoming the change, the new- moving with flow of things. And I guess I should approach going home the same way.

Something has been created and we've been not only immersed in it but immersed in a completely new environment. So to go home now and to hear it with fresher ears.... hopefully to hear everything with fresher ears, see everything in a new way...

"Oh, what a long, strange trip it's been..."