On the airplane to Austin, listening to David Rawlings 'A Friend of a Friend' and waiting for my bloody mary. Its 7:00 AM on the west coast. I have a layover in Phoenix then to Austin to make the new record.
My sister Katie gave me this moleskin notebook for writing music the staff lines in the book are mostly empty save a few ideas for a song I haven't finished and some horn ideas for Blackbird.
It really is taking a long time for them to get me my bloody mary... Oh well.
I don't know my exact purpose for writing this. (Bloody mary just got here btw...)
I guess one could argue it could be that in this shit storm called the music business there is this need to appear interesting or cool, while still being 'accessible' to 'fans' or potential fans or labels or whoever. This is because Facebook has ruined everything, and yet somehow this entry will probably end up on a facebook post... But my purpose in writing this isn't to create buzz or whatever even if a manager or publicist might beg to differ, and fuck who am I to assume that you will even believe me if you happen to be reading this.
My purpose is more to document and reflect personally about this whole process of making the new album, maybe it is just for my own sanity. Maybe if nothing else so that when i finally call it quits I will have something more than just the finished product to look back on and show my kids.
Not that I WANT to quit being a musician or a songwriter but I guess it all just seems impossible. I have worked hard, but I'm not trending on twitter so I am apparently not quite legit.
('Bells of Harlem' is a great song btw)
So I am not trending on twitter. Why make a record?
Because I have to?
No, I do not have to and I would be less in debt than I am if I hadn't made the last one.
Because of Theodore Roosevelt and his man in the arena speech?
Maybe.
Maybe I am just hoping against hope that after I die someone will appreciate what I've done.
Maybe as long as I have things to say I would be an un-American sonofabitch no exercise my right to say or sing those things.
Chances are if you read this you already know me. If not you probably are here by mistake and will close the page before too long. But more than likely you'll never be here reading this post in the first place reading this blog entry or listening to my music.
Why? Because you are leaking information out of every pore in your skin. You know too much and consequently nothing at all. You are America and you have be robbed, bought, sold, beaten and drugged till you have no idea what is going on or how you got here or how to fix things.
I guess that is why I am really making this record. Knowing that it will probably fail but hoping that it might wake someone up who has fallen prey to the poison in the wires. But it is hard enough work making a record that sells without adding politics to the mix. So basically why I am doing this is arguably the worst reason to make a record ever.
To hell with it. (it took a lot less time to get the second bloody mary.)
