Well, I’ve been away from Mondoville for most of the past two days, recording what we hope will be a full-length Berries album. It was a bit expensive, I ate too much of the wrong kinds of food, and there was the kind of pressure that comes with paying your own way. But I think it was worth it.
My dad was a painter — landscapes, mostly, but he’d also do custom car work, van murals, or whatever else he could get in his spare time. He wasn’t famous for his art, but he was good at it — even if I am a bit biased. After he and Mom were killed, Mrs. M and I went to the house, and with funerals and other affairs, we didn’t know how soon we could get back to Kentucky, and so we didn’t know how long we’d have to leave the house unattended. The neighbors would keep an eye on things, and the police told us they’d drive by more frequently, but we were told it might be best to get valuable stuff out of there. Some of it was the stuff you’d expect — silver and such. But by far, the things we made sure we got out of there as soon as we could were Dad’s paintings. Two of them now hang in the room where I’m typing this, and others are around the house. Still others are upstairs in the attic. Why? Because they were things he made, and they were pieces of beauty he left behind.
I’m not as good a musician as Dad was an artist, and I’ll probably never make back the money I’m spending on the album. But maybe one of these days, the Spawn or her kids will listen to it, and maybe they’ll think the old guy did something pretty cool. That’s worth some expense and some stress.
My studio diary can be found at the Berries blog.