Into the 2nd week of tracking the record DEATHLESS. I really haven't been doing much besides listening and staring at the ceiling from the couch. Used a full day getting guitar tones up. Messed a little with bass sound. Not really hearing anything I like but then again I'm just the dick who plays bass right? Though there hasn't been any labor on my part as of yet, but I must say it is throughly exhausting. The anxiety of months of writing, practicing and wondering just hangs like a hex in my head. Anxiety loves to fuck with me. Like the bastard child waiting to find their father. It has been a year that still brings me nightmares, all to be grateful for and nothing to show for it. I am my great destroyer.
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