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the first year of the MP3 of the month club concluded the inaugural year. must say, it’s been pretty cool. for Paul, it’s been the chance to share a sampling of archived demos, new projects fresh off the laser, questionable experiments, exclusive remixes, side project pre-releases, soundtrack cuts, random covers, real-time writing samples, etc. and receiving input from fans.
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throughout it all, this club has been our primary connection to the people who care the most about Black Lab music. it’s was a lifeline, keeping us in touch with why we do this. we’re passionate, even after all these years, about making music. feeling your passion mirror back our own has helped us see through the mirage of the old music biz and step into the new music biz, the real music biz. you guys have made it clear how much you care, and you’ve made it ok for us to keep caring too.
this little monthly experiment has made it ok for us to keep experimenting and try some stuff we don’t know how to do, but always wanted to try. so in the spirit of experimentation, I’d like to introduce you to an alternate personality of mine, a real suburban gangsta, a wigger with his pants real low, rocking that mic with the panty hose. also with some crappy videos and rambling.
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sometimes this process is just drudgery, like a mason feeling around for the right stone to go in the next slot, trying this one and then that one. other times it’s ecstatic, as if something much bigger than me reaches down my throat and just pulls it out. regardless of which, the result can be a source of profound joy. of course, other times I think that I suck and all the sweat in the world will never turn me into anything other than a no-talent hack. those are not-so-fun times.
I mean, sometimes the thing just pops out in finished form, all covered in slime and bawling its head off. but most of the ones I come to care about are those I have to get down into the trench to excavate, not settling for the easy rhyme or habitual melody, but feeling into where I want to go and then going there, regardless of what’s between me and that place.
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I’ve been locked up tight here, building a new vision for black lab while avoiding the whole songwriting thing. it’s a very bad habit. it seems not like the year of writing the new album, but more like the year of NOT writing the new album.
here are the tortured remains of a few very late nights. I think there’s a good verse in there somewhere; the chorus I have no idea about. the lyrics are a combination of a lot of very hard work and total hackery. overall, this one’s a mystery, so I’m happy to turn it over to you. more than anything, I also want to thank you all for supporting the club with your ears. sometimes it’s been the only thing keeping me in the game and I appreciate it. you’ve been incredibly patient and I appreciate it.
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