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Work is steadily progressing on the next album. I'm unsure of what to call it. My sister gifted me a 45 of Pin-Ups from Bowie, and unfortunately I've found myself in the same visual headspace I was trying to get away from. I guess my mind likes what it likes. I want this album to smell a little bit. It should have a sort of post-coital glow. After finishing ACT 1 of Galahad , my mind now has the creative headroom necessary to continue work on the songs. I thought it would be difficult and strenuous, but I was able to fix the issues I was having with Ableton, right? I actually upgraded to Live 12 standard, so I shouldn't be as inhibited anymore. The rule of this album is to use no more than 5 layers. The reason why is because I want a cleaner mix, less muddy. I don't want to rely on lush complications to hide any sort of flaws. I've been listening to too much of the Naked mixes of the last Beatles album, Let It Be.   I was particularly intrigued by George's voice...

She is everything to me, in a manner I don't know if I can stomach. I keep hoping that next time I see her, my thoughts about her will lessen and lessen, that I'll be able to understand her as just another friend, just another smiling comrade. But she's so much more than that, and it hurts me to know this feeling will never go away. I feel less and less certain about how she feels inside with each passing meeting. I feel shame building more and more with each encounter, a pestilence of love making me sicker and sicker every time I see her eyes. The more I try to understand her, the less I feel like I actually do. I work my life out tearing apart these pictures I have of her in my mind, so I may try to understand only what she allows me to. I don't want to gainsay her love or mess around with feelings she's never had. I want to know if she loves me, and I just don't have an answer. If the answer is no, then it will be easy. I could walk away with my head intact, ...

The attention of beautiful women has completely immobilized me. I can't say I'm angry about it.