The Birds Will Borrow Wall Street

 

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.

Dylan

 

The Store

‘While the Ducks That Follow Me’, a mini-album from earlier this year, is now available for $5 on my new store.

dylanseeger.com/store/ducks

After seeing iTunes be shoved in a corner with the Apple Music launch, I decided that taking control of how my music is sold was overdue. I sell the majority of my music through iTunes, but that could easily change.

So I’m starting with While the Ducks tonight, with Claye and Readers & Reporters to follow later this week.

Claye and R&R will both be $8, as opposed to the $10 they’re sold for on the big stores.

Another Jumbled Rant on Streaming Music

(reposted from Twitter, which is why it’s a bit messy)

Re: taylorswift​‘s letter:

She’s right.

I’ve been saying it for three years. I make a fraction of a cent per listen, and it’s only getting worse. If you care at all about the media that you consume, just pay for it. It’s really simple.

And if you say anything about how shows and touring are the way that artists should be getting paid, you don’t understand the reality. Musicians like me have played countless shows to bartenders, sound engineers, and virtually empty bars. And touring is only an option when you already have money and a big following, unless you want to risk being in major debt. I shouldn’t have to invest myself in that lifestyle so that I can continue to pump free music into your ears.

I know this business model seems better for consumers right now, but trust me, it won’t be forever.

I never hear the end of people telling me:

“Oh, you just have to be discovered and get signed!”

Ugh.

Or…

“You should do covers on YouTube!”

No. No, I should be able to make (hopefully) beautiful and innovative music without jumping through hoops that make me feel uncomfortable.

It’s like telling a developer to spend 3+ years on an app, give it away for free, and then travel the country in a bus selling t-shirts.

Whatever.

Oh, I’m canceling the Claye shows, by the way. I’m done playing this game.

I’d rather spend my energy making better music.

I don’t give a shit about the fucking shows. I don’t like playing to nobody, don’t like the scene, and don’t like the imposed lifestyle. If you’re an indie musician, stand up for the art by not jumping through the hoops.

I’ve been doing it for 8 years. It’s not worth it.

Get a job, make great music on the side, and appreciate the fact that you’ve made something that you and hopefully others fall in love with.

I have no plans to tour. Ever.

Yeah, I know, ever is big word. But I just don’t see it as appealing, and never have. My job is to make something beautiful and memorable in the studio. I shouldn’t have to fund that by sleeping in vans dicking about on a stage at a festival in front of a bunch of high folks.