Yesterday we reached the inevitable point where my credit card company called to make sure my card hadn't been stolen, given how much musical equipment I've bought in the last couple of days. I am now the proud owner of a big red Fender Precision bass (which, at my sister's suggestion, I am calling "Ulysses"), while the digital 12-track recorder and the software library of drum samples are on their way via UPS. Along with the Telecaster, my father's acoustic guitars, my great-grandmother's upright piano, a couple of keyboards, and a borrowed microphone, these should get the job done. Last night I wiped my hard drive clean and reinstalled a minimal amount of software in hopes of turning this creaky laptop into a big bad audio workstation. Unfortunately I'll be spending the entire month of May earning money in Nevada, so the project will have to go on hiatus just as it's getting into gear. Nonetheless, it's better than sitting around fretting about which desks in New York my manuscript has crossed.