I love days where my room becomes a studio. Days like this usually start with a coffee or red bull and quickly spiral out into the late afternoon when I realize I am unwashed again and there are wires sprawled across my desk and floor. In the midst of beating myself up because I can’t match a beat or because a loop cutoff sounds fucked or because I realized I know nothing about “mastering output,” I go to pick up some piece of equipment and laugh because it looks like a bazooka or some other abomination.