October 28th, 2006

The level of my disappointment in the Tiger's fielding . . . no need to finish that sentence. The question remains, now what do I do with myself in the studio if I'm not listening to hometown baseball coverage over the internet? This is serious: It throws the process all off. Listening to music isn't quite the same as listening to play-by-play and the extraneous banter of older men reminiscing about players and days I have never known. It's a weirdly active passive interaction with a shared historic cultural past, making the audience part of something greater and grander than the single game at hand.