ROADSTONES STUDIO LOG
I kept wondering why it was so damn cold in my apartment.
Well: The window was open.
After all, we are not in Terlingua. We are in Munich in the fall. A distinction the human body apparently understands faster than its owner.
Window closed. Headphones back on.
I had actually settled on the German version of HOME long ago. The US version too. Then I made the mistake of listening to the other versions one more time.
They were still all magnificent.
This is the moment when music production turns into self-sabotage: You make a decision, then review that decision—and discover twelve new reasons to make a different one.
But at some point, a song has to go out into the world.
The German version is set.
The US version is set.
The window is closed.
ROADSTONES keeps broadcasting.
