So,

Before unleasing the story of the 5th and final day of recording, I want to take a second to thank everyone who made the Lizard Lounge residency such an overwhelming success. And even though we may not miss your smiling faces as much as the hot bartenders and $1 beers, we appreciate you, people. Seriously, thanks.

Monday

After picking myself up off the cellar floor I headed upstairs for a little coffee. This was to be the last day of recording, but as I sat sipping the worst cup of coffee ever and listening to the tracks I realized there was no way we would finish that day. And people, that sucked. Hard. It was like finding out in the last hour of the last day of work before a vacation that you have to be in the next day. It was also like having to pay $1,500 for a candy bar you thought cost 99 cents. Ah well.

Anywho, we made a valiant attempt to get what we could done. Gordon laid down some serious vocals and I let my guitar rip like the seat of my pants at an Arby's. And in the end, we almost finished, but it turned out we would have to come down again to polish the bad larry off.

We were miffed, but Gordon and I consoled ourselves with beers and sandwiches from The Pork Store, this incredible deli around the corner from the studio. Seriously, if you like to eat things that were once alive, and you don't mind being glared at by a bunch of angry looking Italian guys who are just making sure you aren't checking out their sister (and I was - she's hot), then you really need to go there.

All in all, a good time.

Stayed tuned, as next I will relay the story of the past weekend, wherein we finish the recording, sustain various weird injuries, eat at the Pork Store, suffer the indignities of the cellar floor and drink a lot.

Rock.