At-A-Glance

I’ve kept one of those week-at-a-glance calendars for assignments, deadlines, meetings, birthdays, etc., since college. When I looked at it this morning, Wednesday was completely blank.

Of course, there’s plenty to do, my day job at the MTV not withstanding: FedEx-ing the mixes to mastering, scheduling the tour, prepping the artwork, the bonus disc, t-shirts, buttons, postcards, ecommerce, advertising. I’d forgotten how much work there is after ‘finishing’ the record. I’m not complaining. I like to be busy. And I like having a vision to execute. And I like this record a lot. It feels right, and is beginning to make some sense.

I was just saying last night how making a record ends up being, well, just that (hence, duh, the word ‘record’): it’s a document, a snapshot. But because (for me at least) songs are like dreams — products of the unconscious — recording, editing, and agonizing over them tends to be illustrative of just what they’re trying to tell you, of just what you are trying to tell you. And it’s kind of a simple message, or lesson, or whatever, but it’s one that’s been a long time coming, and hard earned.

But (as Marty DeBergy says) enough of my yackin’. I just want you to hear it, and project upon it whatever you want, or whatever you have to (whether you want to or not). It’s a paint-by-numbers, really: the outline is there, the colors are yours. Get your brushes ready.