Been awhile. Took some time off for Christmastide. Didn’t really “produce” anything but lethargy and indigestion. Was marvelous. I needed a break. I need a break from production. From “creativity”. We all have an overhead and it’s good to let your levels eek down when you find yourself in the red. At the end of the year all the magazines and blogs and news outlets are taking vacay time and compile big year-end lists and I feel like I need to get to them all or I’ll miss “making the best me”. I use Pocket
as a read-it-later assist and it was bursting with 1’s and 0’s. I feel overwhelmed with all of the articles I’ve saved to read later, the “Best of 2014” record list I need to listen to. It reached critical mass. I got to Sharon Van Ettan’s record, (’s ok, but probably grow on me later) and D’Angelo
’s (a revelation) and then I kind of move on to consume the next thing, a musical Pac-Man. Or cultural vampire. I like Pac-Man better. This year I’m starting a playlist for each month to kind of compile and document the stuff I’m into month-to-month. So many new tunes come across my “desk” that it feels furtively pulling records from the In-Box putting it on and bobbing my head for seconds and throwing it in the Out-Box in order to make time for the next thing. I’ll get to what I get to. Screw the Cult of In-The-Know, screw FOMO
. Still haven’t heard the whole War On Drugs record all the way through, but shoot, what am I gonna do, my hands smell like diapers and I fall asleep 23 minutes into an episode of anything. And I’m still digging through the Old bin, classic records that were great before I was born, the Lennon deep cuts, The Band, Warren Zevon, Big Star. The holiday break found me making my way through McCartney’s cringey productions of the 80’s, albeit with a couple 24-carat nuggets like his collaborations with Elvis Costello. I flipped my freaking wig when I heard My Brave Face
, and just kept the beast on repeat.
I’d been nuts for a while about Costello’s Veronica
cut, but learned it was only one
of the four co-writes that came of 198???’s co-writing sessions with McCartney (didn’t know it was a co-write, either).
Paul’s 80’s stuff suffered from trying to maybe distance himself from the experimental efforts he had put out. I mean, he was the guy that was into noise-rock and experimental tape manipulation.
He was trying to escape the shadow of The Beatles, but the 20 Year Cycle
of tidal fashion was coming around again and folks were again geeking out about Beatles-esque harmonies and chord changes.
Makes me want to collaborate. Break new ground, and ground myself. My brother sent me some stuff to listen to, maybe something will become of that? In any case, hopefully you took time to reflect, get inward, and fill your gas tank. Getting back on the horse last week, I jumped back on the horse, (wait, no, I don’t mean heroin) and wrote 4 songs. Didn’t say they were any good, just became recharged again to get back to creative work.