I am in the middle of recording an album, again. I have a couple of tracks almost finished and yet the end eludes me. I am not sure how this one will turn out. I am collecting sounds and thinking big story lines but I know that only lasts so long and I eventually return back to one song, one lyric, one small piece of the big project. I’ve lost count as to how many albums I have recorded. I think that is good because it will allow me to do things I haven’t done before. I like pushing myself onto new paths.
I laid down this evening to Nick Drake’s Pink Moon. I had just put my daughter to sleep. My son finished up playing with his Legos while my wife worked at the computer. I simply closed my eyes and let Nick Drake push me out of my thoughts. Good writers do that. They make you forget who you are.
After side one ended I lingered before moving on. I wanted to let the taste stay before I took another bite. Music allows us to dig into the marrow of life for a little bit longer.
I’ve gotten in the habit of listening to the music I have on vinyl while in the house. I don’t listen to the same music in the car or at work that I listen to at home. The sound of music on vinyl bouncing off the white walls of our home bring back a certain nostalgia and I want to keep that nostalgia close to me. I find comfort in the tiny thumps of bass from my bookshelf speakers. The stereo separation wide as it travels across the walls of our front room.
I’ve come to love a handful of records that touch the pages of my songwriter’s bible. There are these albums I have longed to recreate and still marvel at the mojo they conjure up. When I started writing songs I was hungry for anything that had a singer and an acoustic guitar. The home base of acoustic music made me wander down many roads. It was a journey I do not regret. With every journey each experience settles into the skin but some sink deeper into the bone and sinew and blood. These albums are my truth. It is not a list for others to judge or draw conclusions. They are albums I have used as a bible. They are stories and sounds I have listened to while on my knees asking for direction. You have your god and I have mine.