I went to Romania. Which is quite possibly the strangest place I have ever been. It is like going to Europe, but a Europe in an alternate universe, where the last 50 years of history didn't happen, and all kinds of other stuff did instead. And somehow there are still castles and lost villages and gypsies and traffic jams and bizarre music videos and incomprehensible ettiquette and ruins in forests that you can just find.

I mastered the record yesterday. Or rather, the wizard known as Peter J. Moore did. He managed to pull the whole messy thing together and give it a patina, an overarching colour that I like. While also making lattes, demonstrating different mic pre-amps, offering to lend me expensive equipment, discussing mic placement, and playing me freshly recorded tracks by my favourite lost Toronto singer of the 80's.

It is strange just how happy I feel to be done this.