It's been a few weeks now, but it's still hard to believe I actually finished the album. People I've never even met are spending a few of their hard earned dollars for the CD, yet I'm still not sure I remember how I got from hopelessly uncertain about it ever getting done to looking at copies of the finished product sitting around my house. The recording process started in late October of 2001, I think, although I'm not sure anything from that far back made it onto the final version of the album. Between then and July 2004, when it was finally done, much happened in my life that might belp explain the delay. Got married (in Fiji), bought a house, renovated said house, moved, had hernia surgery, lost our beloved Winston (my wife's dog of 15 years), became a father, lost my mother, busted my head open and got stitches. I'm sure I'm leaving some stuff out, but you get the idea. Now the thing is done and what's really amazing is that I don't hate it. Sure, I sometimes wish I were someone with an entirely different voice, but other than that I can listen to the whole record without wanting to stick sharp objects in my ears. Which, for me, is high praise. Time will tell what the rest of the world thinks of it.