Saturday Song #4 and Insomnia and an EP

I'm a night owl.  Can be dead tired at 6:30pm, then hit my second wind and stay up till 2am, no problem.  Not so good if you're trying to be up for work at 7 in the morning.  Perfectly fine for those late night bouts of creativity from which so many brilliant songs come.

It's at times like those, the 1:30am creative sessions, that I wish the most for a lockout.  Then I could go hole up and make music till my eyes burn.  And it would be good.  Or horribly horrible, but documented, nonetheless, which means it would be good.

I've decided that I'm going to record and self-release a solo EP.  I'm really excited because just making the decision to record an EP instead of a full length has made things much clearer.  I already have 5 really good songs in mind (possibly 6) and they're all linked thematically and stylistically, which is somewhat of a surprise.  And I've got a title, and ideas for artwork, and an entire campaign that ties everything together.  The way things are going now, I hope to track and mix everything by June and maybe even plan a trip up to San Francisco to do a show, if everything falls together.  At any rate, just typing all of this out is making me that much more motivated to make it happen.  Get.  Her.  Done...

And now for Saturday Song #4!!  This one's a somber one about love and making mistakes and making things right.  Enjoy...

The Trade Off

Two days without blogging.

3 new songs in the works for the solo album.  3 stylistically similar songs that speak to a certain audience and are ultimately the type of songs I want to be writing.

Is that the trade off?  Do I always have to sacrifice one thing (daily blogging) for another (daily songwriting)?

I hope not.  But if that's the case, I'll deal with it.

In the meantime, I need to find a space to record drums.  Maybe I'll set everything up at my parents' one weekend.

I would like to have a lockout where I can keep everything.  Still wishing...

I've missed blogging.  It keeps me in check.  Here's to not missing two days again.  At least for a while.

GOAL: Lockout by June

Practice space.  Recording space.  Hideaway.  Some of the best times in my life have been spent in a lockout.

Watterson had one for about 10 months in '05-'06.  And we recorded almost every single note that was played in that space.  We had pictures up on the wall and a couch and our own PA and all my amps were in there and I left my computer there as a recording rig. 

It was a great space that we shared with one other band.  We recorded our demo in that space and we practiced for every single show in there, too.  Yeah, we were too loud and yes, when your cell phone was about to ring this weird interference noise would blare through the amps and the PA and sure, it was always dirty and there were always wires all over the floor, and yeah, we didn't get as technically proficient as we could or should have been, but there were moments of complete musical bliss in that lockout and I can't wait to have a space like that again for Oh Girl, for solo stuff, for teaching Chase how to drum and play guitar, for writing duets with Rachel, for recording artists from Orange County, for playing around at 2 in the morning because I've had a great idea...

There's a 99 square foot space in Fullerton that's about 45 minutes away from where I live. 

She will be mine.  Oh, yes.  She will be mine...