I had the day off. I walked through Tompkins Square for coffee then down into the Lower East Side for guitar strings. The shop was closed so I looped back up to the spot on 4th Street. It’s been a grey, elephant skin day. I changed the strings on my acoustic, the $100 Epiphone with the cracked body… character, I remember thinking. I began playing and this came out, a sort of meditation of a pop song. I feel it’s the beginning of something formal. Music hasn’t been formal for me for a while, so it’s exciting. Looking forward to recording vocals this week and following the evolution of it…
Lying in bed. Staring out across 6th Street. I work hard to not take things for granted: family, friends, good fortunes. I’ve had more good fortunes than I probably deserve. It’s been almost 4 years since we landed in this city. Reflecting on visions of the Village I held before we made the jump from Brooklyn: Guthrie’s 1940s, Agnostic Front & CBGB, Jeff Buckley and Sine. Music’s always been the center of my attention. It always will be. I never expected the other aspects of my life to be as rich as they now are. Never envisioned the perfect wife, the good job, my own family finding the peace we’ve found in our own dys/functional fashion. Until now, my music has been driven by escape, a getaway car or something. Things have changed. I’m grateful and satisfied, fulfilled in a lot of ways I never thought I would be. Positivity is a new muse. I’m just starting to understand this influence on what I write, but I know I’m thankful for it.
Tattoo Artist Friends, let’s talk apprenticeship… (Taken with instagram)
