...everything good is happening somewhere else.

I'm going through withdrawals, but I've got nothing to lose...

"Let the girl go, you know you can do better

It's bad, when the fact that you can't have her

Is the reason you sweat her."

So I am learning that one of the most frustrating aspects of making an album
is
the
waiting...
Since I have been sitting on this piece of (completed) music for about a month now it's not that bad - but when some parts of it have been floating around in my head (amidst not much else) it can get a little crowded up there - I just want to get it all out. UNfortunatley that is not possible, and I know that now it has time to BREATH within the studio environment that is nothing but good news for the finished piece, but DAMN, time takes its time. When all you have is ideas and music floating around your head it becomes all you want, need or are interested in and consequently everything else falls to the wayside. I am sleeping and dreaming this fucking cd. My heart beats at 108bpm (which incidently is the speed of tracks 2, 4, and 15 - and no that has nothing to do with lost - or does it>>>?), and I hear the guitars to tracks 7 and 8 whilst dreaming of the cloverfield monster. I have heard what I am trying to create a thousand times or more, and can only hope that the finished article will transmit some of the essence of what went into it. Rest assured that what we are creating is being nit-picked, analysed and thought through within an inch of its life... Whether this is a good thing or bad thing remains to be seen, but the longer I am sitting on it the more ideas I have, thus the more I want to change and the more this unruly sea beast rears its ugly head upon all those unfortunate enough to be involved. My only hope for the future is that somewhere, someone will listen and take note. That is all I can ask for and I will ask no more. I will just try my very best to create the best fucking noise that I can and hope that someone listens. Thank you.

"I've grown accustomed to bending my beliefs to satisfy her needs,
But I'm fed up with plugging cuts everytime they bleed.
So I dip my pen in the puddle, what a bloody mess its been trying to end this struggle. But I love her, she's the reason for the lesions man I love her, I start bleeding when she's leaving. And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of all the lessons learned on my missions to try to find her but I'll sit alone until she comes back home and I'll be waiting by the phone.

She says she loves me but she comes and goes when she pleases when the door shuts it's like another papercut and I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades... Claims she loves me but she cuts me into pieces when I'm sewed up here comes another papercut, and I'm stuck with a hand full of bandaids until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades.....
She don't live here no more I heard she's staying down the street with a dead beat that don't treat her right with two bad ass kids Guilt and Regret, and I'm willing to bet my last dollar that she's wishing she was kissing me. Man the nerve of this bitch, pardon my French but it's been 10 days and I'm getting kind of light headed, maybe I'll write her a letter in a gentleman's way and send it with the hopes that she might get it. I can't believe I let her run all over me but all I think about is when she's here and holding me, I love her she's the reason for the lesions man I love her, I start bleeding when she's leaving. And every scar on my fingertip is a reminder of all the lessons learned all my missions trying to find her and I can't complain I kind of like the pain she ain't even got a name she just lives in my brain."

in between hours of practise, and crazy restringing sessions on every instrument I own in preparation for recording this week I took some time to go over some of the influences for the cd, (even though this weekend I have just been playing "I will possess your heart" by death cab - check it, it's sick) so here they are in no particular order (apart from the first 3);

Tubular Bells by Mike Oldfield

To Record Only Water For Ten Days by John Frusciante

Chroma by Cartel

Dear You by Jawbreaker

The Inevitable Rise And Liberation Of Niggy Tardust by Saul Williams

Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Die, Those Who Tell The Truth Shall Live Forever by Explosions In The Sky

The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me by Brand New

Combinations by Eisley

I'm Like A Virgin Losing A Child by Manchester Orchestra

By The Way by Red Hot Chili Peppers

Trainwreck by Boys Night Out

What To Do When You Are Dead by Armor For Sleep

So by Peter Gabriel

Move Along by The All-American Rejects

Summer In Abaddon by Pinback

What It Is To Burn by Finch

The Police

Dropkick Murphys

Narrow Stairs by Death Cab For Cutie

Maths & English by Dizzee Rascal

Untitled by Blink-182

Riot! by Paramore

Riot On An Empty Street by Kings Of Convenience

In Rainbows by Radiohead

The Downward Spiral by Nine Inch Nails

Incubus

Ludacris

Gym Class Heroes

Red by Guillemots

Box by m e l l o w d r o n e

The Con by Tegan And Sara

Leviathan by Mastodon

Epiphany by T-Pain

Good Girl Gone Bad by Rihanna

No Really, I'm Fine by The Spill Canvas

In The Aeroplane Over The Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel

Harvest by Neil Young

Rage Against The Machine

Planet Of Ice by Minus The Bear

Bone Palace Ballet by Chiodos

Jimmy Eat World

FutureSex / LoveSounds by Justin Timberlake

Enter by Russian Circles

Give Up by The Postal Service

War Of The Worlds by Jeff Wayne

The Matches

The Music Of; Michael Giacchino

Steve Jablonksy

Thomas Newman

Daniel Licht

Hans Zimmer

Under The Boards by Saves The Day

In Defense Of The Genre by Say Anything

And one cold-blooded mass-murdering clown...



So there you are, I'll try post one or two photos from the studio sometime this week...
Let's put a smile on that face!