i've written before about the
obscure art of signing one's construction projects
but this one rendered in glue is unlikely to be
legible if anyone ever pulls up this strictly
utilitarian plywood floor patch, but you and i know
it's there. after a couple/three weeks of chipping
away at framing and insulating, things started to
take shape at the vault today. i locked in the sliding
glass door and sound
booth window while frank
worked on the wiring. losing the space
temporarily was a blessing--taking a break from
jamming gave us a chance to shake the stale farts
out of our pants, so to speak, and having the place
gutted allowed us to
start from scratch in designing a more comfortable
and purpose-specific facility. cheap studio space is
scarce in seattle and we are lucky to have it--i'll
sign off on that.
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