I'm taking a month off work to write, rewrite, arrange, rearrange & complete this album. I have piles of writing, up to my eyeballs in notes, but the more I write the more I need to cut. I've got to get away, find a cabin in the mountains, dig my heels in & tame this beast, yow, its time to make some coherent sense of this monstrosity.
Whenever i'm working on something it never feels like it'll ever be done, I need to remind myself that it will be. I need to fight the urge to rush things. I'm building it one piece at a time, taking care at every stage, it'll be finished when it decides to be.
1 comment:
oh that that photo of lynch, it does make me so glad. is life glorious?
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