I loved this, by the way: “…because I interact with him as a person and don’t always register the smallness of the package that full-sized will and personality come in.” It’s not the same at all but I will say that sometimes I’m startled by the smallness of the Brujo’s laundry. I think of him as so enormous, all drumming and passion and rage and vocabulary, and then I look inside the little t-shirt and it says, “SMALL.” And I think, oh my goodness, he *is* small! (He’s only, like, five-eight.) But is also, as Mandarin says of very fluffy cats who are suddenly wet and bedraggled and embarrassed, revealed to be just “a little cat in a Big Cat-suit.”

I would envy your four hours in that unplugged studio—if, that is, I didn’t know how exactly hard they are to create and inhabit and not evade.