  This is my first formal entry on this deal. I'm Will, and I play the drums in this band. I thought I could use this blog as a forum to mention that this morning, for the (by my calculation) third time in as many months, I woke up with a totally confounding scratch on my big-ass nose. It stings like sacred love. I am reluctant to attribute this to a shaving mishap, simply because I have to imagine that, although such a wound would certainly still hurt the following day, it would doubtlessly have been noticed upon initial infliction.
Also, I don't ordinarily shave my nose. What I am left with is the only logical conclusion: that on the nights which precede these unpleasant mornings, I am plagued by deeply distressing dreams which involve my own fingernails in some way. I have to go rustle up some breakfast now, in an effort to fortify myself for another barn-burner of a day hammering out vocals and mixing.
At some point I have to purchase another snare head as well; the one thing Cary failed to mention in his post cataloguing the cavalcade of inconveniences which was yesterday was the abundance of mechanical malfunctions. Seconds before our first take, my snare head broke (not 100% convinced that qualifies as "mechanical," but who cares), and Cary's Twin Reverb, one day back from its seventeenth visit to the amp shop (efficient! ), began producing a brand new problem: inexplicable feedback. But what Cary didn't neglect to point out was the fact that, upon installing our understudy duo of Marshall JCM 900 and Gregory Heights middle school marching band snare drum, re-tuned and re-mic'ed, we happened upon a killer take.
So all told, I think yesterday bodes well for what is to come. That was a long paragraph; long enough to remind me that this computer does not dispense Frosted Mini-Wheats. Until next time... 
