Now those are what I call implants…

holly madison doubles her pleasure

This picture makes me cackle. Oh, Holly.

Anyway. CDs are currently being assembled. By me. Because I am the man of our times. Only not. I think I’m up to about seventy-five copies right now. That’s a pretty good start. I caught an unexpected error in the booklets, so those had to be sent to correction purgatory, but they should be back and error-free by tomorrow afternoon. That means tomorrow is “official CD release day”, when little boxes of CDs materialize at Phog and Dr. Disc and about fifty of them go out in the mail to different people in different places. I better start writing some letters to go with them…

It’s kind of neat having a proper booklet to accompany one of my albums for once — not like the novel that came with OUT-TAKES, MISFITS & OTHER THINGS, but a booklet with lyrics and pictures. I don’t know if I’ll end up doing it again for future CDs (printing the lyrics for all to see feels a little odd, for one thing), but it was fun to try this time, just to see what it would be like.

Though most of the new album was recorded before I got that A-Designs Hammer EQ, I can hear a definite difference in the drum tracks recorded before and after I got it. It’s subtly serious. Or seriously subtle. That thing is smooooooth. Needless to say, I’m never using digital EQ on a ribbon microphone again, or much of anything else for that matter.

More exciting news coming soon. Because I’m just an exciting guy. I should rename this blog Johnny’s Big Shiny Exciting Stuff Happen Place. I think that would expand my readership, don’t you?

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