Right meaning visceral

Ahhh, pizza for breakfast. I did nuke it for 30 seconds, so it's not the classic cold pizza for breakfast I used to prefer. I've gotten a bit more civilized in my sixties. We got Track Town delivered last night—our standard large, half Florentine, half Triple Jump. Yum.

I'm still on the Noise kick, of course. I made another track yesterday. Noise is the Abstract Expressionism of sound art (or "music" if you will), I guess I could say. No need for particular rules, structures, or forms: just go for what feels and sounds right. Right meaning visceral. And a natural affinity for randomess doesn't hurt!

My VHS dubbing project is going quite well, and the actual finish line is in sight. I've dubbed close to 200 tapes to digital files, and I've got maybe three or four dozen to go, give or take. After that, I want to dub my 8mm camcorder tapes, and THEN there are the many spindles of CDRs and DVDRs to deal with. But I can already see significant space liberation has happened in the Bunker. It's great to experience big progress on a massive decluttering project.

This morning we're getting our roof leaf-blown and our house and driveway power-washed. Before they get here, we need to move stuff away from the house, so that's the next order of business. Type at ya later.