The Mix

One looks forward to the electric moment when you have to leap aboard a moving train, your hands working of their own accord, reading the movement and melody of the players you now know and trust so well.

One looks forward to wondering how the new signal chain will sound in the mix, hoping that the tone and punch you've cultivated will leap out and engage the heart, the will and the wonderment of those up against it.

One looks forward to the energy and the unpredictability, when there are equal odds of perfection and cacophony, but you know deep down that the numbers are shifting, slowly, subtlety, to render an easeful eloquence that you used to have to chase down, only months beforehand.