Hot Bitch Arsenal

here's how it usually works. i loop late into the evening. if lucky, one or two jams emerge. the next evening (early, cause she goes to bed when old people do) christina shows up. her rider states that she is to have headphones, fresh blank paper (any sort), and a half-hour. she scribbles, jots, she draws little stick figures. i hit record. two or three takes later we have a song. i don't know how she does it. no one else i've ever worked with does it like this.

the nearest thing i can compare it to is a 4-d crossword puzzle. cause it's all about the words, fitting them together, working out melodies and syncopation in her head. i watch carefully, sometimes i review the video (just in case she's cheating somehow - tesseracting off to 2046, hanging out for a week on the beach, leisurely checking futuristic cyber rhyming dictionaries, then popping back to the studio to lay down the track).

but this isn't a movie and she's not like you or me. and when the words come out they smile at their new neighbors, happy to find themselves next to each other, and secure in the knowledge that they belonged there the whole time.

hanging with abbott is like hanging with dali or da vinci or picasso, and that is why i am her bitch.

'secrets in tiny pockets' is very very close to release. artwork is almost done, i'm in final stages of mixing.
here's the track listing:
you bet i will
persimmon
my little pet
all along the chilltower
circus clown, ten feet tall
jane says
you show me the way

or - click here to listen to all 28 minutes and 40 seconds of yummy 'secrets in tiny pockets' goodness. (you'll need an mp3 player - the hba recommends winamp).