The Hammond on a chilly afternoon
I’ve been settling back into Portland life. The weather has been awful- either painfully cold or very rainy. Our tiny little apartment is very tiny indeed, black mold grows on the window sills, and the cat can always be heard grooming himself. Aside from these minor gripes, it’s good to be back and settled into a routine-ish life. I’ve been cooking dinner every night, rediscovering the joys of listening to music on headphones, and making daily trips up to my friend Adam’s garage to practice trumpet. His garage gets quite chilly, so I burned quite a bit of propane last week to keep my face from freezing to the mouthpiece. I’ve also been reacquainted with my beloved Hammond Organ, which has been sitting idle at Adam’s since Blind Pilot started traveling last March. The harmonium was fun and all, but nothing beats the gritty tone-wheels and drawbars of a Hammond. As the new year approaches, I look forward to several new musical collaborations and getting down to some serious writing and recording.
