October 24, 2003

I spent all day today in the studio, editing, mixing, and mastering the demo CD of the Holocaust musical I’m working on.

After nine and a half hours of saying things like, “Okay, can we take it from ‘We’re dead even though we’re still breathing’ to the end?” and “No, the other take of ‘and if the sun should blacken, that would seem like justice’ was better,” I’m not really in any shape to form complete sentences, much less write coherently and amusingly.

Check back in tomorrow.

Unless, of course, the sun has blackened, in which case we’ll all have more important things to worry about.