The cellist is coming tomorrow. I have to get all the score written down for him. I have to. But I don’t feel like doing it. After eight or nine hours in the studio, the last thing I want to do is to sit down at my desk and score the parts. There’s that one song called I am Karen wrote with my friend Scalde (aka Sylvain) which will need to be refashioned to suit her voice. Musical sketches start to crystallize in my mind. I’ll see what happens tomorrow. If the cellist is the good musician Jon claims he is - which he certainly is, then the session shall go in the smoothest way possible. I like the challenge of NOT knowing!
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