Mar
13
2010
The Problem With Thinking
Author: Fat Plaid ShirtI am about finished with this album. Two tracks to finish background vocals, one to add a guitar, one more still up in the air how to finish it, or maybe it’s just terminal at this stage to reappear in another show. There will be another show. As I progress, and as I have worked on this, the tired nights, flashed awake because of a line change or a new guitar part, the sweat that poured while I was locked in my studio fixing this thing that is me. Here’s the thing about me. I’m a musician. It’s not a title you get to just affix to yourself. You don’t wake up one day and decide to be an artist. It just grows, there was not a grade I trudged through in my entire academic career that wasn’t touched by my music or attachment to art and the beautiful things it does to me.
My album is me. It’s not happy, traumatic, lethargic, or a way to get through another shitty day. It’s just what I do. I write. Sometimes it takes minutes, sometimes, it takes years. Every piece of music, every word, every chorus, the colors that the notes bring me, you can’t fake that. You can’t fake knowing how you resonate, you don’t get the option to control anything, you are yourself, and me, I’m simply another person doing his thing.
Everything at this point is well, and frankly, it couldn’t be worse. I’m going to ask for a break. I don’t know what happens at this point, I’ve never needed a break before. Family, music, the economy, everything is so uncertain, and it’s costing me dearly. I’m taking a break, and the problem with this type of thinking is that the answer to how this works is not created by an algorithm, it just falls on you. Sometimes it might be an apple, a leaf, or an anvil. I’m facing an ocean and I don’t know which way to swim. This is the same ocean that mystics swim in and schitzo’s drown in.