We’re going to do the trio practicing thing again tonight. Not the funnest thing, but very helpful. If David’s practicing his music on the road then we might be sitting almost ok on the recording side of things. And this whole experience will really make me appreciate complete, 4-part harmony. We’ve got one song (Sweet Fellowship) done, or very close to it. And then there’s I’ll Live Again. I was over at Tom’s last night and we were messing around with the ending. Whoa, dude, we really messed around with the ending. Maybe too crazy to make it onto the CD, I’m honestly not sure.

Ok, so the “office” that I hang out (work) in is very loud, because although it’s an enclosed space, it’s certainly not soundproof and there is a lot of very aurally assaulting equipment running in the vicinity. So talking on the land line phone—which is a quiet connection anyway—can be a challenge. Someone called today and I could not understand what he was trying to say. He was talking perfectly clearly, maybe even sort of loud, but I couldn’t hear him. It was embarrassing, because when I finally figured out what he said initially (he had to say it three times) he asked another question, so I ended up just saying “Uh, I’m not the one to talk to about this…” and I think he was more than happy to say, “Ok, have a nice day.”

I think it’s very obvious that what Samson did wasn’t intelligent. Stupid, to be blunt about it. How much of this reflected his mental capacity and how much of it just showed that he was intoxicated by Delilah? From a disattached distance, it seems unlikely that this intoxication would overrule the instinct to live. But yeah, I can sort of see how if the woman you loved or were infatuated with, if she desperately wanted something from you, I can see that it would be real hard not to give it to her. Wasn’t that a masterpiece of a sentence? Read it again. It’s like two steps forward and one step back. Anyhoo, this is not an excuse for Samson, but it was probably a contributing factor to his elevator-making-it-only-halfway-up moment.