Still been recording a song a day for the baby - dispensed with guitar altogether (except the odd note), and scorn piano (barring the occasional chord). Now, I rely upon my trusted metronome and layering voices in convoluted chantsong. Andrew Clare tells me (favourably) that it reminds him of NYC street performer Moondog.
Mental note to self: check out Moondog.

Last night, chatted to Peter Davis (Your Flesh, Creature Booking), one of the men behind Courtney’s initial rise to minor stardom and also involved with Melvins for quite a while. He reels off a long list of bands for whom signing major label deals in the mid-90s (post-Nevermind) was the kiss of death and gives me a great quote about Melvins, most of which i’ve forgotten - something about how they’re great when they have one moment of madness within the structured mayhem but not the other way around.