Edward O . Wilson’s book On Human Nature sure hits me in the best places. I hope to start it all over a second time because too many distractions interrupting my ability to savour it as completely as I’d like. The last two days been working on Fly Me To The Moon, the strangest part is how unnatural it is for me to play a straight song straight. There was a guy I did some work with years ago who made no movement with his body when he played piano. Similarly unnatural for me not to twist and turn but trying to imitate his stillness was valuable and so is trying to play straight. It’s like that time at Metalworks producing Andrew Cash and they asked me to play quarter notes on the piano and later told me I was speeding up and I didn’t believe it until I heard the playback and then I did it a second or third time paying a whole other kind of attention to my listening and pacing. Like learning to hear all over again. In Wilson’s book he talks about the force behind hostility and how prevalent war is among humans but his larger point we aren’t nearly as hostile as most other life forms on Earth. The details about insect wars are as stunning as the details of which monkeys adopt orphans or the point he makes about the relationship of phobias of snakes, or closed spaces or insects.