Monthly Archives: April 2012

New image for Thornfield?

So coming off a weekend of recording, I definitely want to share more in detail with you guys about our first session, which was focused on laying down basic tracks (hint: it was AWESOME. We were more productive than we ever could have imagined–we’re talking 20 basic tracks in 6 hours–crazy). There’s so much that I’ve learned about the recording process, and dangit if it wasn’t amazingly fun. But first I need to gather my thoughts and force them into something called words, and feed those words through the tubes of my mind into sentences, and then . . . yes. There will be a process, and the process will takes its due time.

But since the band is still on my mind, I thought I’d share some other band-related stuff.

My hubby snapped some pictures at the Regency Ball that just screamed . . . well, “BAND PICTURES!” In a very loud, annoying voice.

What do you think?

Should we go all Regency on you?

I think Carrie can’t help looking good in a top hat.

And by the way . . . in case you missed it . . .

I’M PREGNANT!!!! *heavy metal guitars hitting it hard, and I mean hard*/*gravelly scream from a singer of indeterminate sex*/*the drums go wild*

I know you know this.

I know I know this.

But then I remember, if you know what I mean. And those heavy metal guitars in my head start hitting it hard all over again.

Dr. Evil Couch Fund yields results!

You may or may not remember this, but last summer a fund was started by Certain Concerned Citizens to raise money (or at least raise awareness) for a new couch for Aunt Jacquie (a.k.a. Dr. Evil). Her house is beautiful, filled with antiques, memorabilia, curios and elegantly upholstered furniture, all arranged to perfection. But her furniture–until now–was not sprawlable. For us long-limbed, slouchy relatives, the scrolly ornate couches left much to be desired in terms of comfort. Draping a knee over the side of a couch was either unthinkable, or an exercise in torture endurance.

During our last visit to her house (during that Regency Ball weekend I yapped about last week), we feasted on the visual and emotional delights of her home, esconced in the quiet of the country. It made Chicago seem like a mad-house that requires unsustainable amounts of energy to tolerate–just being honest.

Ah, the conflicting emotions the countryside produces even in a city-lover such as myself.

The window seats called my name . . .

. . . the library was entrancing (especially to Eric) . . .

. . . delightful sun rooms seemed to crop up all over the house, with the seeming sole purpose of providing a body with an enchanting corner to read a book or chat with a friend . . .

And don’t even get me started on the remote-control fireplace. That is the thing of dreams.

But let’s get to the point: I wanted to highlight the presence of a wonderful, comfortable piece of furniture that wasn’t there last summer.

A comfy couch!

Can someone say “Hallelujah”?

Okay, so it’s still a firm, shapely couch. But I tested it for comfort for . . . a number of hours, shall we say. It’s called being thorough, and I excell at it. At least in matters of couch-testing.

And it didn’t even represent a sacrifice of her taste! Especially because the blue perfectly matches the shade of her other chair (the one in the lower lefthand corner).

The match is so exact, I think we can safely assume supernatural powers were involved.

Aunt Jacquie, your house has always held allure for me. But now, with this couch thrown into the mix . . . wow.