i think sometimes songs can be almost clairvoyant. i’ve talked before about how a lot of times i don’t feel like i write songs, so much as i feel like they just kind of…appear. but sometimes, i’ll look back at a song that comes about this way and find it eerily prescient, even though it wasn’t about anything that was actually going on at the time it was written. there are a few songs like this that are going on the next album. they sound like they fit right in thematically, and yet they were written before i was anywhere near the headspace the bulk of the songs have come out of. i find it interesting. some people have prophetic dreams. apparently i write prophetic songs from time to time.
one such song is delivered from the perspective of a puppet that is ultimately put in storage and left to rot after its owner/puppeteer grows bored with it and turns their attention to a newer, fancier puppet. it never even occurred to me until i was recording it that the whole thing works as a metaphor for relationships that don’t involve inanimate objects.
the box at dr. disc is full again, but there are no copies of MY HELLHOUND CROOKED HEART; it’s essentially “out of print” for the moment, until i replenish my supply of double cd jewel cases. i threw in copies of a few older things to make up the difference, including the MISFITS compilation (which probably hasn’t shown up in the box in a good two years).
tuesday i play my own music with a rhythm section for the first time since 2002. now that’s gonna be interesting…