Some of you who see me on a regular bases know that for the better part of last year I've been working on a few different projects: recording the Downward Dogs album, playing bass in Mimi Oz's band Rooster, and a certain comedic character based on a certain Long Island troubadour. Also - getting my act together physically, running specifically, which has become a source of great happiness for me. What hasn't been happening, pretty much at all, is putting in the work to write new songs. That changed last night when, snowed in, and dealing with a lot of mind-chatter, I decided to just sit down and do it.
It was a lot how I remember it: fun, difficult, rewarding, frustrating.
It's not my best song and not my worst song but it's got a certain honest quality to it. I think it may need another instance of the bridge or an outro at the end and I reserve the right to change it in the future. It felt good though. I'd spent the last two years or so working on my 20 songs show and when that went up, I felt a great relief - here was a chance for me to rest a bit. That show took a lot out of me. I went to California for vacation almost immediately afterwards and when I got back, wrote a song about my trip and then didn't do much else for the summer. I wrote a lot for my character but not for myself. So, that was nice. I know better than to say it may be the start of something - it's just something.
i never cared for the morning
till circumstance took me aside
turned me around pointed me south
just in time
i ran down the street in a fury
i had nowhere else to go
i ran down the street till with mercy
it choked up and led me home
everyone poked and proded
said that I wasn't the same
i did everything expected of me
still didn't quite make the grade
several will tell you a story
nobody gets it just right
it's something to help with the chatter
but you're on your own with the quiet
i never made it to brooklyn
waters were keeping me near
if i missed your heart
then tear me apart
and take your replacement from here