(the photo is from yesterday, inside an abandoned hotel on Overlook Mountain)
At this moment, I’m staring out the window of my Kingston, NY abode. Small, green buds on the tips of trees are spastically waving in the bursts of wind.
I’ve been a champion stare-er for most of my adult life. With honorable mentions in eye-rolls and sighs.
We have a few days left to write and poke and prod our new album. I should try to focus. After this, we practice. After that, we tour. Followed by a week of recording and a couple of weeks of mixing. Into mastering, artwork, setup, album and tour, once again. The volume and velocity can make life a blur.
But this is the blur I was always looking for. (From all the way back in high school, when I first ruled the world of daydreams. To be unthroned by the eternally familiar words, “Pay attention, Mr. Pond.”)
To be able to make music and have this existence is only possible through listening. Your listening.
Today’s task is to finish a quieter collection of songs. We aim to give these songs away through Noise Trade on April 29th. And now, it appears as though it’s my turn to contribute by strumming/flailing upon an acoustic guitar.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for listening. That’s eternal.
(Also. Constant thanks to Chris Hansen, Matt Watts and Brody McGee. Yes)