It's three. That's late. Last night, our first night of recording, we played one note at a time - literally, one person, one note. That was until 5 am; that's late. Toy piano, lap steel, Mellotron [more to be said], even Marley's dog-whine [microphone didn't work], and then sleep, and then reading Garcia eulogy book.

My name is Cousin Ed. I found at UVM, that I realize, yes, I realize, that I like two things. I like people. I like skiing.

Well...

Fuck you [people], and

Fuck you [skiing].

That probably settles that, after all these years.

To summarize: 3 pm, One Note, Mellotron, Skiing. By the way, speaking of death. There was a park-bench man in Winoritte, a gentle, good-natured, sparkly-eyed wizard named Rote. I didn't know Rote well, but when I was little, playing ball in Candy Park, Rote sat on a bench saying and smiling. To me, he represented human kindness. I suppose he was also a reminder of human suffering, since he depended on a Helio machine to keep him alive. So, recently I found myself studying appliances - the Cornreel Toaster, a Wallopad dimmer, Harvac, Delmasound - I wanted to get products to last.

Well, Rote wanted that too of his Helio - one product that would hopefully last. Small transistors passing charges from the n-region, through the depletion zone, and onward to the p-region, and ionizing so dutifully day in and day out.

What I'm getting at is that WE ALL DIE. We lie there, our lungs just sitting like flaps of paper. The fuzz fuzz buzz buzz of thoughts just mooshy, wormy mass. DEAD. At 30, we die. If we're not dead at 29, at 30 we are DEAD: gonzo!

(do you get it?) that was a joke. No, we don't all die, rest assured. Of course not, Jesus, I can't believe you fell for that. We never die. Not even at 30. We are still alive now - how else could we be reading this! (Duh!) we're alive! let's rejoice! we love this! WE LIVE! Yes, oh yeah, we breathe on - that's right - we just soak it in. We love to soak. We soak as babies - we soak as kids, we even soak as an older kid, maybe 10.

What do you want to do? I'm gonna go soak. I'm going to soap with soak - a regular old soap soak. Ah! But first recording - one note at a time until, yes, 5:30 am. That's some real fuckin' art.