Kick The Darkness Til’ It Bleeds Daylight

Yeah, I’ve been a complete recluse this weekend. I pretty much left my rooftop recording studio twice since Friday’s big show: once for beer, and once for coffee. But it wasn’t a total waste. Have you heard?

Yeah, yeah, yeah: depressed, shrepressed. Not really. Maybe just a little. I mean, yeah, with the whole “Love & Other Indoor Games” hullabaloo — recording it, producing it, releasing it, the tour, the video, etc etc etc — I’m a little let down, and kinda’ twidlin’ my thumbs. Primarily, though, I had three, no make it six, months of sleep to catch up on. Not that I did. But I rested. And most importantly (drum roll…) I recorded some new songs.

Pathetic, right? Well, at least I don’t have to bug Kevin every time I get the hankering to record. No, I determined this weekend that ProTools is the single best thing that happened to me in 2004. Imagine the hours I would’ve spent differently — at a bar, perhaps, or macking on some sweet, innocent young lady perhaps — were it not for the welcome distraction of The Morning Mix. Were it not for the fact that I know I can record a demo, or a cover, or some fragment of an idea, and put it out there in the world just as quickly as I can record it. Pretty cool.

Anyway, I had to do it. As soon as I heard Bono sing “I believe in love” for the first time since, heck, high school, well, I knew there was no better way to end the “Love & Other Indoor Games” chapter and put some kind of punctuation on this whole thing. (For the record, I think it’s an exclamation point. Or maybe a period of elipses.)

So yeah, that’s what I did all weekend. I did laundry, I bought a space heater and a huge white shag carpet, and I recorded for hours and hours and hours. So much so that I should probably tear myself away from the computer and go do something.

Instead, though, I’ll say this. I mean, I’ll quote this, ‘cuz it’s genius:

Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Got to kick the darkness ’til it bleeds daylight

So what are you waiting for? Kick it.

Knock the stuffing out of it.