Josh and I realized that before we release the full-blown supersonic miasma that is my “solo debut” we had to record some of the acoustic stuff that is floating around, and if not released now, may never find a home, short of some awful “b sides and collectibles” nonsense that I would have to go Supernova to have matter.

So the last day we had available to record in the sauna with our Avalon pre’s AKG’s and Rode NTs, we threw down. Eight songs in all. The album, which will precede the “studio” record is code-named “box”. It will likely still be called box when it’s released which should be within the month.

Lots of red wine, starry nights pacing around The Balcony, and shoving audio cables in boxes that squeak and grind more than S.A.M. the robot from Sesame Street and we are starting to find something pretty darn interesting.

My dad also bought one of those vinyl to CD thingies from a Skymall catalogue and I went totally apeshit digging through all the warped 45’s from my childhood. I have to say, the two and a half decades worth of dust buildup and scratches make them sound way better. Some of that may find its way onto the acoustic record. I can’t help myself.

So in a few days I fly back to LA – land of Sushi, chronic perfect weather, and SocialNetworkObsessedMeloDrama. And then I can hear what this all really is; framed by the boundaries of marketability and cult of personality, the experience Outside will finally show its strength or weakness.

Either way, this thing is coming out in a month.

I hope it makes you feel something.

ps. Josh, you rule for putting up with this crazy shit we do.