This is the vision Sean has of the completed playhouse. He’s missed a few daily photo submissions, I have no idea how far along he is. I think he’s turning the wheels on the tricycle right now.
Lucas B came by and grabbed my bass, which clamped together nicely, if not perfectly. Lucas quit his terrible office job a few months ago and is trying to make a living building effects pedals and as a recording engineer. He’s gonna try to get the constant hum out of my bass. Lucas grew up here in Northern California, perhaps Redding or some other little town with a large meth problem. He told me as a boy he and his brother would be in the yard with baseball gloves on, throwing fastballs to each other, trying out curves, missing and chasing balls through the grass. The neighbor would come out and start a bonfire and burn all the chemical containers and detritus of his amphetamine lab – the black smoke would drive the young brothers back inside. I picture that innocent childhood game of racing through the house closing windows, trying to beat the first plumes of carcinogens through the screens.