16 tracks, budweiser, & barbeque.

this week wormwood scrubs was hauled off in the studio working on the new album. after a few coolers of domestic beer and several days in blistering heat, things got weird. before i knew it, i was sitting in the dark, crossed-legged on the floor, in the midst of a fife and drum solo while ghost dogs took over the control room. one of which was later captured on film.

today we emerged from seclusion and insantity. nothing cures mental illness better than barbeque. chewy and mutt were charming hosts. and i even captured a pic of the camera shy mutt whilst he was in repose.

ghost dog of the studio.

oh, chewy.

the ever so handsome, mutt.

organic fruit, five dogs, and barbeque.

chewy, mutt, mr daniels, and chopper mesmerized by dog treats.

i just discovered that st louis has an organic farmers market every saturday during the summer. yesterday my mom and i went and bought some delicious tomatoes and peaches. the produce was so pretty i just had to display it in this beautiful handmade bowl (courtesy of my sistah nancy). since the weather has been nice (a la, no storms), jason and i decided to barbecue today. our friends sam and kate, and bryan came by and brought their dogs (mutt & chewy, and raven). at one point we had 5 dogs running around our house. it was pandemonium. i really wanted to snap a photo of the madness. it was next to impossible due to mutt's extreme camera phobia. he believes they steal your soul. but alas i possessed the magic holly hobbie cookie (dog-treat) jar which put them in a spell long enough for me to sneak a pic of four of them. sorry, mutt. your soul is now mine. mr d and choppy played hard. they have currently retired to their beds for the evening.