The bigger the glasses, the smaller the eyes seem to be.

Things have been a little less busy here on the blog lately, but I assure you away from Blog Land I’m as busy as ever. Probably busier.

Still aiming for a May release for the next album. A whole lot of new songs have come pouring out recently, making for a very different album than what I thought I was going to end up with, but I think it’s going to be stronger for it. It’s also shaping up to be the most cynical collection of songs I’ve put together in quite some time, with song titles like “Emotional Blackmail”, “Stupid Borderline Love Song I Wrote for Someone Who Didn’t Deserve It”, and “She’s Someone Else’s Problem Now”.

Tender love songs, each and every one.

Something I think is interesting: during the brief period of time when things were going my way in the romance department, I couldn’t write lyrics to save my life. I’ve mentioned before that while musical ideas are always coming left and right, lyrics are a little more elusive and only appear when they want to. When I had a girlfriend (or something resembling a girlfriend) and all seemed to be going well, the words didn’t want to appear. At all. There was nothing there. And when I had a little bit of time to devote to music — not that I had much of it, because she wanted all my time to be spent with her even though she would do little more than chain smoke and dick around on Facebook for hours while I sat around wondering what I was even there for, only to turn around and tell me we weren’t spending enough quality time together and it was all my fault —  I found myself not feeling all that compelled to use it. The drive seemed to be missing.

So maybe I need to have a little bit of cynicism floating around in order for this all to work the way it’s supposed to. Or maybe my brief dry spell was more about what happens when you’re with someone who has no understanding of what you do, no desire to understand or be a part of it in any way even when you offer to involve them, and they have a way of making you feel guilty for devoting time to something that doesn’t have to do with them. And maybe that guilt chips away at the creative impulses insidiously.

Who can say in these troubled times?

Whatever the case may be, the words are coming now with a vengeance. Just last night I found myself writing something that I think might be one of the better songs on the album. It started with taking something nasty she said about me, turning it on its head, and following that thread where it took me. It’s another one of those things that sounds like a decent amount of craft went into it when the song more or less wrote itself and it all came together in ten or fifteen minutes. It’s always fun when that happens.

This month’s video progress report should be along in a few days.

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