Mike Watt - legendary bassist with the Minutemen, fIREHOSE, solo artist, and philosopher of the indie way (see interview here) - is ensconsed in our mutual ancestral home of San Pedro, California, working on a new album.

He sends this word:

I just have the singing and the mixing to go. diary here.

I'm the producer, bass operator, spieler and song writer. it's called "the secondman's middle stand" and it's being recorded at karma studio, here in pedro.

Here's his most recent diary entry:

oh man, I woke up yesterday w/a head full of congestion - damn. I had the worst nightmares too, total delirium - the kind I usually get when sickness is on me, shit. now I've usually noticed that three days before symptoms come on is where I probably was infected and that puts me at that studio in clawson, mi - where I did the stooges session. aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggggghhhhh. being w/the ashetons and iggy all before that means I would've been sick earlier if it was them so I'm pretty sure it was there. damn. how many things are going are going to try and sandbag this record? guess it all makes sense if you think about what the whole things about anyways, huh? life is a trip. anyway, I went to the studio and told michael about my condition (it was 'pert-near impossible not to notice anyway) and we decided to can the session and continue the next day, monday. oh well. I went back to my pad and konked for the rest of the day big time. never leaving the deck and blankies except to take on soup and piss.

I popped at 3:30 this morning and feel weak but much better than yesterday. I make myself oatmeal and go down to catch the sunrise at land's end. I'm bundled up good, even though it might seem crazy to do this in such a state, I still need my inspiration. yesterday I told michael we were recording today no matter what - if this is the hand life has dealt me then so be it. I come in at twelve and I do fourteen takes of "puked to high heaven" - prettty intense hot flashes and head rushes, especially in the choruses. then I deal w/this delivery guy who's brought the stuff michael wanted to rent to help us w/the mix - reverbs and such. I have to go home and get a check cuz these clowns did not have it together for me beforehand. oh brother, it'd be a total waste to expend any energy writing about this outfit so I won't except to say no referals or repeat business from this goof on bass regarding them ever! life continues to bring me butt-loads of laughs.

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