Maybe we should get cable

This weekend, Guy and I bought a new hard disk recorder. The ginormous recording studio desk and computer and loads of gear are being replaced with one nice sleek Tascam. Plus, I'll understand how to use it. Bonus.

Tonight, we played around with it until Guy decided that the pre-amps were all wrong. That is when I got bored. Until this:



There were also songs about pot pies, Schmoopies, and various versions of songs about pooting. We are so mature.

This is after we used Boo's blacklight to find the mystery dog pee in the music room.

It has been a fun filled evening at our house. Boy howdy.