Perturbed.
I used to be sad. I thought, wrote and recorded a lot and… that was it.
Then live music beckoned and I became we, and we played at a Festival. Then we decided to continue. We rehearsed, and rehearsed and are now tighter than the tightest thing you can possibly imagine … but mentally stale.
All good things end. I haven’t recorded for me in an age. I’ve become part of the greater we … and I’m becoming sad again.
Oh what to do?
May 28th, 2006 at 4:54 am
You - the singular you, that writes, sings, records, mixes and publishes without help - still exists, and can still do all these things. And I think should.
You - the plural you, that jams, practices and gigs - could maybe do with some new songs. No sense in being tight as a tornequet if you’re bored as a borehole.
That’s my instant gut response. In short…
Problem: Staleness.
Solution: Something fresh.