Tried recording this weekend with a cete of musicians. It's amazing how interaction directs the output of any kind of artistic endeavor. Sitting in a soft skinned robot holding to the joystick. It's an open air cockpit vulnerable to the onslaught of monotony and I can destroy the delicate handles. Then there's the scene from the dim mirror tripping into the cobweb's of manifested ghosts or just bad luck. All's said and done and I think I broke my computer.
