It seems like it's been days since band practice, when really, it was yesterday. Today, recording went fast. Afterwards, gamecube demos. My living room is empty in the middle, like a club with a lame DJ. I've switched the chandelier into down-light mode, giving myself a single fuzzy light spot to sit in and be musical in the center of my equipment-lined house.

After we were recording, Kris scheduled the next recording session for next Sunday. (Looks like the responsibility for recording sessions sits well with him. Yay all around.) As I went through my palm, I came upon several unfinished tasks, one of which is "buy Ed Jingle Cats". "Jingle Cats?" asked Kris, "What's that?" "Oh... let me show yooou." "Uh oh... this is an Andrew thing isn't it" "you're going to wish it was."

Five seconds later, "Meowy Christmas" was percolating through my living room. Kris, after recovering from his initial shock, wondered who would buy such a thing. Cheesy synth-demo christmas music performed with sampled cat noises as the lead track? c'mon! Fortunately for the Jingle Cats guy, most folks who would buy an album of cats singing wouldn't know a sampler if one came out of their ... mailbox. To me, it just sounds like cats being tortured to christmassy backing tracks. It makes me wonder how they got the cats to make such loud cat noises into a microphone. Certainly a man who would misrepresent his sampler as singing cats wouldn't be above a few tail yanks to get stubborn felines to make those hard-to-read high notes.

p.s. ed: I'm not getting you jingle cats. forget everything about that.