I’m making a new album—my fourth—and it’s gonna be called “The Birds Will Borrow Wall Street”.
I’ve been casually writing for it since February, and I’m planning to start up with a full-time recording schedule in January 2016. I’ve even picked a release date because I’m apparently nuts (hint: it’s almost two years from now), but that date is likely to change based on how the recording process goes.
Unlike my last album, Claye, I’m only announcing the title today. Don’t expect me to drop this thing tomorrow, or even a year from now, because I won’t be. I’ve learned through experience that these projects take years of life-consuming, sometimes torturous work, and I’m not looking to rush any of it. Take comfort in knowing that you won’t be hearing this album for a very long time. In the meantime, I’m documenting my process on Ego Hole, a government-provided insanity tube, which is always a fun read.
Honestly though, I’m so excited about this album. I’ve been out of the studio for over a year now, and it sucks. When I was in the final stretch of making Claye, I thought a lot about quitting music for a while after its release. I said that I didn’t see doing another album because of how taxing it was, and I believed myself.
The truth is, I fucking love doing this.
I used to listen to Claye a ton, about a year ago, but I can rarely listen to it anymore without crying. And when nostalgia starts to eat you alive, that’s a pretty good sign that it’s time to forget about what you’ve done in the past and move onto whatever is next.
For everything that I hate about the music industry—and trust me, there’s a lot that I hate about it—I have a huge love for making albums. Nothing I’ve ever done has been more difficult or rewarding. And as painful as it can be, this is something I need to do, and the day I stop thinking about the next album is going to be the day I’m dead. Even if only a handful of people listen, and I make barely enough money in one year to pay for one week’s worth of food, I’m not going to stop, because I know that my best album doesn’t exist yet.
So there you go: you now know the title of an album that won’t be released for a while. Have fun with that information.
I really do appreciate those of you who followed along when I was making Claye, and those of you who I picked up afterwards. I genuinely hope that everyone sticks around for this one, it’s gonna be good. I can’t wait for you to hear the album, and thank you so much for just giving a shit about the stupid things I do.