So I’m in Redding working on a couple of projects. I’m both thankful that I can make a living (hardy har har) making music while wondering what it would be like to have more structure………or if the two can be done at once. (doubtful)
Today I spend my time writing string arrangements and being afraid that the rattlesnake that found its way to the studio last week might find its way back and be super pissed that it got the boot last time it came for a listening session. This makes for an interesting work environment. It reminds me of the scrubs episode where Carla was talking about being “scared of toilet snakes” and Elliot responding “….and now so am I!” I don’t think a rattlesnake could live in a toilet, but you never know. I held it all day just to play it safe.
I’m missing Karen a lot and wondering what the next 15 or so months hold for me. Do I get to make another album for The Myriad? I hope so. Will I have to/get to tour this fall? I doubt it. Is music set in stone or is there another life that just gets postponed every time I walk in the studio. I honestly don’t know what else I’d do with myself. There is nothing better for me than the feeling of making a song something special. Giving a set of chords some unique identity. Songs often show up in grey cover-alls, and my job is to get it into some slick couture fashion. Nice pants, a shirt to kill for and shoes that look expensive. Other times songs show up in the perfect outfit, and I just get to groom it, make sure there are no make up smears and that the already stylish hairs are in place. Both are fun…..just different. The only time it sucks in when a song shows up in a pair of elastic waist jeans and a hypercolor t-shirt 4 sizes to big. At that point you just send it out the door and tell it you’re embarrassed for it and that it probably shouldn’t have left the house this morning.
Anyway….all that to say is that my life feels weird…..so I grew a beard……it didn’t look as bad as I feared…..and I like my tuna seared, but I prefer sushi
I’m going to go change out of my jeans and t-shirt now.
that’s a good lookin beard sir.
your poetry makes my heart sing and dance.
wouldn’t it be funny if you bought a pair of like, 500 dollar shoes, because they looked cheap?
that’d be weird.
So… hypercolor’s out?
OMG, I laughed so hard at your description of inspiration and songwriting. But it was wonderful too — so evocative that I can imagine exactly what the process feels like — something the rest of us frequently wonder about, here on the outside.
You’ll have to use that in an interview someday.