epic balladry

omg, I am wasted. I feel like I finally broke through the wall between me and writing something really, really good. I may be deluded, but it feels really different this time. I pulled out two slow, epic, 6/8 “circus lights”-style tracks last week and over the weekend that I love. they’re the kind of songs I just keep walking around singing, just to hear the melody and have the words roll around in my mouth. it feels like, in comparison, I’ve just been faking it the last year — putting in the time b/c that’s what songwriters do. so I’m really happy. and really damn tired.

I forgot how much this just sucks out of me. my friends and family wave their hands in front of my face to see if anyone’s home. nope, no one’s home. I am in music-land, trying to find a two syllable phrase that end-rhymes with “slow’ and still floes with a particular melody. I am solving math equations made up of notes and consonants. I am obsessing about pieces of autobiography, fitting them against pieces of fiction to see if they get along. I am interrupting conversations mid-sentence to hum guitar solo ideas into my phone. I am counting out tempos while my food gets cold, squirming to get back to the studio.

so, no, I am not here. come back later. (feels great!)

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