taking tiger mountain
Seeking solace, I found it last night in cleaning up the recording studio. I untangled the labyrinth of cords, got the tuners and pedals and microphones set up, found a place to hang Chris's saxophone, taped up the gaps in the acoustic drapes, restrung some of the guitars, hooked up the twelve-track to the CD burner. After class today I will get some more guitar strings and a power adaptor for the pedals and one of those peg boards from which grown-ups hang their cords, and then I will get the laptop's USB audio interface working again. The instruments are all waking up after their long neglect, they're happy to see me. They want to play.