Dad, what is a flaw fisherman?
Well son, I guess that a flawfisherman is someone who fishes for flaws. Never heard of that, but why do you ask?
I met one today daddy. A real live flawfisherman. He was standing on the Bonaventure side of the Lazaretto creek where it splits from the Moon River.
What did this flawfisherman look like son?
Well Da. He was dressed up like a Live Oak all brown and green and covered in Spanish moss. Couldn't really see his face. Hmm.
Hmmm. That sounds like someone I used to know.
What did he sound like? How did he talk?
I can't really explain it Dad. He sounded like no one I have ever heard.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Now I'm gettin' serious about blogging. It's a beautiful day. Summer is winding down. It's still hot as hell. I'm having a rare lazy week and 1/2 off from all the projects I've been working on this year. I spent the summer producing my first record in my home studio for some buddies in Athens, which has been a blast! I'm learning a lot about the other side of the glass, and after my lazy week and 1/2, we get back in to wrap it up and mix the record.