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In the morning I went to the lowest point in Ballard
where Steve Anderson and friends have
a metal arts
collective in full swing. It had been a long time since
I participated in a bronze pour. Lifting an 80-pound
red-hot crucible out of a fiery furnace certainly does
focus one's attention. The shiny molten metal looks
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With Sarah out of town, Jesse came over and we
stayed up all night making absurd "folk" recordings
with sensitive microphones turned way up to catch
even the smallest sounds. We took a break well after
midnight and walked the fogbound streets. Smoking,
drinking, laughing, and singing until grey dawn. It
was a kind of madness--a
necessary madness.
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