“Even the Winter has lost its chill
I’m bathed in sunlight and Springs first thrill
But it’s the first of December and it feels all wrong
The day’s too bright and the nights too long”
I may be an “Accident Just Waiting“...you’ll have to wait for the CD to find out…but in the meantime, my computer crashed. And with it, all my stuff. No, it wasn’t backed up…not to worry though, Michael Rosen has all my new music safe and sound in the studio…my mind though….that’s another thing…no external hard drive to help with that…
Computer saved from an e-waste disposal site in some port, in a place far far away…but, today I feel as if this whole recording project is mired in quicksand. I feel stuck. So far the music sounds so good I can’t believe I had any part in its creation. But it’s like having a bag full of candy. I want to share it with everyone and I can’t just yet. Patience a virtue I have yet to acquire I’m afraid…
I wanted to be able to document the flow of the recording process to those who love music, the ones who make what I do possible…but by analyzing this process I’m finding myself face to face with the challenges and hurdles one must go through just to get one damn day of recording under your belt…a day of recording only to realize you are going to have a whole lot more days like this before you are done. The prize at the end, a record, a CD, is still so fucking far away on the horizon you start to wonder will it ever happen?
Then you regroup, hit the Stoli and remember why you do this. It’s really fun. You scribble some words on a piece of paper or in a notebook, start bashing out some chords on your guitar, some disjointed notes on a fretboard, stumble upon a Stevie Nicks song, cringe – hey, here’s that chord I could never find, the funky ass, minor augmented something that Elvis Costello used in Goon Squad…and then it all makes sense. It doesn’t matter if you ever finish the damn CD. Oh sure it’ll be nice to have a plastic, shrink wrapped plastic box with your picture on it to hand out to friends and family…sell after your shows for 10 bucks…but that’s not the motivator…to take something from nothing, a line, a lyric, a scrap of melody or noise, a rhythmic tremor, an emotion, anger, rage, sadness…to take bits of nothing from nothing and turn it into something, well…that’s the payoff.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Have a good Sunday everyone!