Saturdays have been inexplicably depressing for me lately, and this one started out much the same but I'm pleased to report that I somehow rebounded by mid-afternoon. Suitably refreshed, Lori and I took a nice rambling walk and ended up at the Stumbling Goat Bistro where I had one of the best steaks I've had in months, at least. By the end of the night we were feeling quite romantic, in the best non-euphemism-for-horny sense of the word.

Sunday I went back to the studio to try making sense of the huge volume of half-completed End Times tracks we've ground out in recent weeks. Multiple takes of fourteen songs with multiple takes of each individual instrument, and there's still much to fix and evalutate. Conrad and I stitched together rough mixes of two songs that I'm not yet convinced by ... these are far denser than the stark End Times vision we've plied for the past three (yes, Jesus Christ, three) years, augmenting our simple strum-slide-sing formula with additional voices and guitars, bass, cello and drums both snare and conga. I'm soliciting outside ears, so let me know if you wanna take a listen and provide a blunt opinion.