I think I’m going to hire a Mexican mariachi band to perform every time I get an erection.
Tonight was extremely productive. Probably the best recording session of the month. A lot of refinement of Song Four’s fundamental issues (rhythm was sloppy as all fuck). Guitar recorded.
A couple more sessions this week should do and then I move onto Song Five and Song Six in May.
I was back in Damaskus
With all of my homies
Demetri was there
Rode in on his pony
Even though it won’t be out until 2018 at the soonest, Wall Street will always be a 2015 album to me. So much of it was dreamed up and written that year. So much was inspired by how I felt during that time.
It’s interesting to record and execute on an album inspired by feelings that are far behind you.
- Song Four—like all of them—proves to be harder to execute than initially imagined.
- It’s really hard to commit something that has been bouncing around in your head for over two years.
- It’s becoming abundantly clear that I really want to be making Album Nº5, but I really want to HEAR Album Nº4 exist. So I have to work through it. It will be worth it, but I am scared that it’s not going to be what I have been dreaming of for so long.
- Guide tracks are in—percussion session tomorrow and Sunday. Instruments (some) go in next week.
- I need to approach this in the way that I did with Claye during the early 2014 run: Relaxed four hour sessions several times a week with one main goal per session (record the bass, record the saxes, etc.). Otherwise, I just overwhelm myself. I need to approach it more pragmatically, it’s just hard to get started when I don’t know if any of my ideas are going to actually work in practice.
I will be recording tonight for the first time in a couple of months. This time attempting to begin Song Four.
Terrified, but excited.
Some musicians approach their work a bit like design. Rather than taking risks with their sound, they consistently try to create something that is widely accessible and enjoyable.
I think this is totally fine. It’s not how I do things, but I’m glad that some do.
Being in New York City is the closest I’ve ever been to what I imagine being high feels like.
I am the peking duck
Now I am the lamp shade
I am the doorknob
And now I am your son’s chemistry homework