Erin Lang Music

It is 8 o’clock and i can hear the bells tolling in the nearby church. i dont know why they ring for so long at 8 but they make a beautiful sound across this distance, they shimmer on the air. Today being the 8th day in a row of working was finally taking its toll. We spent some time thinking of electronic drum patterns for ‘until then’ and we had some things we kind of liked but then felt unsure and doubting. is it because we have been working so hard for so long straight or because we are nearing the end and feeling the pressure of making so many final decisions? I’m not sure but it was a welcome relief to have a visit from Christoph (Brandner who plays some amazing drums on the album). His tanned and relaxed tea loving presence was a very nice addition to the afternoon.
At a stage where we were a bit lost again in the clicks and cracks of the patterns we had created i sat in with Ron (who is the most patient and persevering engineer in all of Germany and maybe the world!) and listened while he manipulated delays and shifted triangle hits.

I think we left it sounding pretty nice and Christoph also liked it but we decided to call it an early night because we didn’t want to go around in too many circles and Mario and Roger really couldn’t decided.

So this is why I am sitting here at 8 when we would normally just be wrapping up the powercables of our computers and saying our good evenings. We went for a walk past fields of corn and barley and an amazing field of gladiolus with the sun low in the sky. Now i am sitting on the 2nd floor verandah (as is very traditional of the construction of houses in germany) listening to the voices of our wonderful hostess and her kind husband below. It isn’t eavesdropping if i cant understand the language right? Drinking red wine and eating pumpkin seeds, reading my book on the rise of communism in China and the love affair between the communist party learder Chairman Mao and communist actress and opera singer who becomes his wife and the co-leader of China, though i find this hard to concentrate on and switch to the other book i brought with me Leonard Cohens latest book of poetry (it is so much easer to focus on something so strikingly poignant in the space of a page!). I think it is even still too early for the crickets to be calling that have been singing me to sleep this past week. I will sit out here until they tune their strings and take up their bows and start their nightly serenade.