We went down to Tucson so that Clint could finish up recording his album. He spent the day in the studio; I spent the day shopping and thinking about how talented he is. I've probably heard him play each song thousands of times at home so sometimes it's hard for me to appreciate the brilliance in his music. But lately, as I've listened to everything coming together, I'm loving it. A lot. And I'm really proud of him.
(I'm also excited to work on the album art for the CD -- which will, of course, involve some letterpress goodness.)