Found a new friend. He’s very pretty, I think. And damn hearty; can be found at elevations up to 11,600 feet. The Pacific Tree Frog.

I like their singing, too.

What’s the point of a Rube Goldberg contraption? Children get science-class assignments to build things, learning about different “laws” I suppose. But why should grown-ups invest hours!!! in building such things?

Well, because they are things of beauty.

I love the fern frond in this one.

And this one is just crazy amazing. Love the sounds of the contraption becoming part of  the song.

New realm for me, the studio. Watching how this music recording thing works.

I have no ear for this. I try, believe me. But I just don’t hear the things that the average human hears, let alone what these engineer, producer, musician people hear.

However, I can sit here and watch, and be fascinated. It’s fun. It’s like watching a ballet. The hands across the console, the drum sticks enroute to drumhead, fingers plucking the bass strings. And I can channel that fascination into something akin to understanding and appreciation for the art of recording this music-sort of feign that I grok what is happening here.

I do definitely understand the over and over and over again element. Practice, hone, refine, perfect.

After a time, Rob announces that they’ll run through the song twice more, and be done. And they do. Doc proclaims, “It ain’t going to get any better it’s only gonna get different.”

(other photos here)