The studio morning is like a fire alarm: Murray gets up around noon, with purpose. He is determined and scheduled and there’s no time to waste. Usually just a shower, emails, phone calls, some power cuddles then out the door to run a bunch of errands before the session begins. He’s been working late night, ten-hour sessions, the first few days playing everything himself. Now he’s got a band vibe happening with Krief and George, and Sunday he reunited the Brébeuf Brass (check your NCL liner notes). As things move along, our direction is becoming clearer and clearer, which slowly alleviates the stress. Very slowly. Kind of like this stop-and-go, rush hour bus ride I am making. Ugh its frustrating…is there such a thing as “bus rage” because I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m feeling right now. Add to that the fact that I am carrying a backpack. I put it on and looked into the mirror, thinking: “Aren’t I too old to be carrying a backpack?” What would Dora do?