I have found that searching for insight is more often than not a path to total darkness. Does this stop me from searching, or anyone of that matter, of course not. That said, the long road of the glass passenger seemed to merge this morning with the famed sunset strip, as a drive from L.A.'s Union Station unexpectedly brought clarity to this little album of mine. It's hard to really explain what making a record is like, or what it has come to represent in my eyes. In short, though, it is everything. With such an expectation I have come to realize that sometimes it is nearly impossible to let go and just let it be, to quote the great Paul McCartney. I'm trying though. And seemingly as winter has quickly become spring, confusion has without notice become insight. And with it, the end has finally revealed itself somewhere not far on the horizon. I haven't written much in this space over the past several months, maybe for fear that what had not yet revealed itself to me would color a page unsure. I would apologize as I have often done, but for once maybe no apology is in order. I have walked cautiously in public while trying to stretch continuously behind closed doors. I suppose this record will be the representation of those guarded sessions where my close friends and I, in noisy rooms, tried our very best to be our very best. Today on that drive that timed itself so well, from the train tracks at E. Cesar Chavez to the corner of Sunset And Doheny and then back through Silverlake, I finally heard this mess of music sound like a record. A sound I have tried so hard to hear for months without accepting that sometimes you just Don't know until the work is done. Whether it is totally there or not will take a little more time I suppose, but thank god for a Morning with no traffic. The roads don't open up too much around here and it couldn't have happened soon enough.
Don't hold me to the following (it always changes)
Annie Use Your Telescope
What Gets You Off?
... Perhaps a bonus track
In Slow Motion (Sleazy Wednesday)