Reply to WestsideWax - Bazooka Bass Floating Dancefloor Dragonflies [Dirty Biz]

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TIMING IS EVERYTHING. CURRENTLY, I'M WRITING TO YOU FROM THE NORTHWEST FACE OF LOBUCHE FAR EAST, A SMALL MOUNTAIN IN KHUMBU, NEPAL. IT'S VERY WINDY UP HERE, WHICH IS WHY I HAVE TO TYPE LIKE THIS. ANYWAY, THIS MIX IS ABOUT TIMING AND HUMANNESS AND RECORDS AND COMPUTERS AND MUSIC.

Of course, the actuality of things is that it's 1:30 a.m. on Thursday morning, and I'm laying across the loveseat in the front room after having spent a half hour slowly and painfully extricating myself and the laptop from the bedroom, after having spent the hour and a half before that writhing around in post-cycling accident, cramped tendo calcaneus agony, trying to simultaneously focus on my breathing, shift to a semi-comfortable position (there wasn't one) and not wake T., whose weekday rise time is now 6:15 a.m., (with a kickass new job to make it worthwhile).

But back to the bike accident. If my rear axle hadn't broken on Friday evening on the way to work, I most likely wouldn't have taken my ride in to have it repaired and tuned up. If the most competent Mike at Newson's Bike and Skate hadn't tightened up my brakes, I probably would not have slammed on them in time to safely roll off said ride as it was rapidly being pushed to the curb by a car that swung a hard right on a green, sans signal. The driver was apologetic, I ended up bruised in a few places (no breaks