It snowed yesterday.

Can you tell I’m ebullient?

Went outside at 7am with shovel in hand to clear the heavier stuff at the front of the driveway. And then when I pulled out the snow blower, my back was thanking me. I forgot about certain muscles in my arms though.

To hopefully kill the time while doing something I can’t stand, my brain immediately raced to my songs. And because I am always creating, editing, re-editing, whatever, I deconstructed a couple of the songs in my head. One song will get a new title. Another will have an intro (for some reason, most of my tunes lack intros, they just GO. Must be some weird influence that I’m unaware of?) So once I was done thawing out after being in the snow for two hours, I sent an email to Scott and Vin about these changes. Was waiting to hear “STOP!” but thankfully I was wrong.

We were supposed to have rehearsal last night but when the frost giants have other ideas, you think of a Plan B. And that plan is we will most likely meet at Vin’s place after the holidays to work on the songs, pull them apart, piece them back together. It’s a curse and a blessing to be creative. If I wrote simple tunes (nothing wrong with those), we would be content with three chords and the truth. But I can’t write anything normal, so there you go.

My normal is someone else’s weird, yes?

I am thinking of more ideas but will shelve them in my mind for now. Am sure even when we go to record in March/April 2021, I will blurt out “This song needs…” and run the risk of being thrown in the dumpster behind the studio.

Hey, at least there’s stray cats I can hang with.

Well, uh, I feel foolish.

Was supposed to have rehearsal with the guys on December 2nd but then we had to move it to December 16th. Now there’s a threat of 12-18″ of snow so I made the call to postpone until after the holidays. I really need to show more admirable restraint. I get excited and want to share with the world (or at least five of my fans) that things are cooking musically-speaking.

You would think at my age, I would mellow out, toss on some Air Supply and wear fuzzy slippers. Somehow none of that is happening. (Though I have to say, I saw Air Supply in 2008 and it was a really great show!) I still get excited about the prospect of doing a new album, my eighth opus. Even though I’ve been through the grinder with musicians (and to be fair, some aren’t thrilled about me either), I tend to find new inspiration and convince myself that people really want to hear about everything. Fortunately, I don’t take pictures of my breakfast; well, I posted a hot fudge sundae once and it got more hits than my music, so what do I know?

This down time will give us more time to work on the songs. As Scott told me today, “More prep equals less studio time and $” so we will utilize this wisely. Though I wanted to stand in front of loud amps and drums and feel my pant legs shake…sigh…soon enough. I just won’t wax enthusiastic until AFTER a rehearsal actually happened. Maybe that will work better and I won’t look so stupid.

Now I see why artists shroud themselves in mystery…