I’ve spent the past four and a half hours getting the balance between clown horn, chainsaw, and pig grunts just right, so they might be combined as one confounding track and layered on top of the snare for, I guess, a more impactful sound?

I dunno. I’ve heated and reheated my coffee three times in between fits of giddiness and despondency, so I must be onto something.

These past few months have been defined by conundrum after meltdown after reluctant acceptance, but whatever it is that I’m doing - and I’d be hard pressed to articulate exactly what that is - I’m getting better.