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Monday, May 17   >>

STUDJIO

The worst part about tracking in-studio is the day following a potent high from what was thought to be a brilliant idea.

Usually I'm happy with the chords, melodies, and rhythmic choices I make in terms of song creation, and they rarely ever deviate from their original writings, but the thing that has a tendency to be a never-ending variable is production.

Layers and plug-ins and patches and blah blah blah... they're so infinite that you realize writing is, like, 1% of your entire battle of establishing yourself as a musician. This is why I hate the recording process. It is so beyond-different from the writing process.
SATURDAY: That rack is unbelievable. Keep it.

2 HOURS LATER: This is good. This is really fucking good.

THE NEXT DAY: What the fuck is this shit?
It doesn't happen all the time, but when it does, you really wonder what the hell you've done for the past 48 hours of your life. It's a pretty miserable feeling, but you get used to it.

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I'm in a place right now as a musician that feels both:

1. Full of awesome hope
2. Void of any awesome hope

I've gone a completely different direction with my latest musical endeavors and, while everything sounds so new, fresh, and pretty cool, it feels like this is the material I should have been writing for the past 5 years.

I thought my last pop/soul group was the encapsulation of all the music I've ever liked in one project, but I realized it isn't. I still think those songs are solid as fuck (I'm not going to let them go; those chord progressions are like my grown-up children now) but this new stuff has wider appeal.

One thing that was void from my last group was the rockness of it all. Frankly, I forgot how to rock.

I credit this new stuff to Jonsi's set at Coachella. That really put the fire under my ass. I'm super excited, but this feeling is all too familiar, and I hate falling from that high up in the mountain of hope.

"Mountain of hope."

I'm such a dramatic pussy it blows my fucking mind sometimes.

LET'S ROCK.