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Sorry, that was a longer gap than I'd anticipated. I tried to write a couple of things, one quite ambitious, but I wasn't in the mood so I saved them and slept. Since last week I've been reading a good biography of Bob Dylan ('Down The Highway') and it's made me raid my dad's music collection. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my mum had re-bought him a bunch of Dylan albums on CD so he could listen to them in the car, thankfully allowing me to listen to and rip ample quantities of Dylan in the comfort of my room, rather than resorting to the confusing experience of the downstairs record player.
I'm attempting to travel a musical journey this year. At eighteen I was a folk musician, content with just a guitar and my bad singing voice. Now, as an old man, I'm not happy until my computer is creaking under the strain of a hundred over-dubs. I can't help thinking, as the reversed, pitch-shifted, time-stretched, delayed melodica sample kicks in on my band's latest track, that I've strayed too far from my folk roots. I like to write songs that stand up on their own, and don't have scribbled notes like 'backwards jazz piano solo goes here' in place of verses, a guide-line I have been ignoring with increasing regularity since my band was formed.
My aim, now, is to write an album's worth of good, acoustic songs without thinking about any arrangement beyond vocals and guitar. That's what Dylan would do. One of these days I will post something on here with a well thought-out ending, instead of just stopping half way through a