TIRED

I can't quite describe to you what it's like to hear your raw, unedited, fuck-you vocal through a 12 thousand set of monitors for nearly two weeks. 
If you want to punish yourself/your sense of self worth, pursue a career in music. 
I told Cam + Mike that playing to click/listening back to yourself when trying to create a refined product is similar to standing naked in front of the mirror after eating three burritos and trying to convince yourself that you're fuckable. 
It doesn't help our state of mind that we have nowhere to go to escape from ourselves - St. Cloud is small town Florida epitomized. 
There are no sidewalks, everyone drives pickup trucks and there are more Trump stickers, signs and Confederate flags than there are persons capable of rational thought. 
As tattooed, skinny-jean wearing, left-leaning liberals, you can imagine that we stick out like sore thumbs. 
Even the employees at Publix (think FreshCo) + 7/11 have started to recognize us. 
I'm not sure if that's because we're nice people or because they haven't seen anything close to us before.
Either way, to say that I'm looking forward to being able to hop on the streetcar for twenty minutes with the distinct goal of ending up somewhere I've never been before would be an understatement. 
Being here has helped me realize how good I have it back in Toronto. 
Not because I'm unhappy, but because you really don't realize what you have at your disposal as a human being until it's taken away.
Regardless, we've made huge amounts of progress in the last week on the EP. 
Rhythm Guitar + Bass + Drums + 5 lead vocal/lead guitar parts (of 6) along with some tasteful midi programming have put us 3 days ahead of schedule. 
Labels + agencies + God and his mother have been asking me about new songs for the last year and a half. 
To say that I can't wait to turn this shit on and shove any doubt anyone's ever had about me down their oesophagus would be a grandiose understatement. 
I can't fucking wait.