yeah, there’s a gigantic black cat moving across my wall as I type this. Pretty distracting.
So, what’s new? I have been crazy busy on some other unavoidable tasks. Getting back to production of my album feels like a dream, as opposed to the living Covid19 nightmare.
I usually post these “works in progress” on a special private page, but nobody’s gonna read this, lol!
This song. I loved this song when I wrote it. It took a year of spinning, editing, improving, revising, until every word, every thought, every idea was expressed exactly how I wanted. Even this week, upon re-visiting the production, I changed “Sequin” to “Swarovski” as in:
The ferry bounces on a sequin sea to
The ferry bounces on a Swarovski sea
The production. I released it on…i think spotify…i think on all stores…last year…and i HATED IT. I didn’t know why. I just hated it. And with these other songs I need to work on, I should have given up….but….
This song, this song, it means so much to me, it extends outside myself, it’s personal but political, it felt so unsettling that I couldn’t convey it with the production. Yet I knew when we played it live how fucking stoked Elaine our friend was, I knew there was something there. It made me feel a certain way when I finally wrote it right, and I could tell that she felt the same way hearing it at that show.
I was going to crank out, “if you think you’re going” for the next song on (*)
But…
I couldn’t let it go. I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t know what I didn’t like. I started with the electronic bass sounds last week. Nope. Didn’t make a difference. I started with my vocals this morning. Tweaked the sounds, drank some tea, warmed it up with soft rolls and trills and scales. Yes. Salvaged. Topped it off with live, real bass guitar instead of synth. All in two hours. I hit a wall, There’s some gaping holes that need to be “filled”, but that’s the easy part. I’m so relieved. I salvaged this song. Can’t wait to finish and release it.
It’s about Cherry Grove. My favorite place in the world. And how important it is to have a gay haven. “the beach is made of sugar, waves of wine crash on sweet sand, when you don’t have to think before you take your lover’s hand”