Keep on going.

I am grateful that Pauric can record with me before he goes to Carnegie Hall. We just have to schedule with Davey.

I’m friggin” committed to finishing my CD. I can do it, CAN DO IT! It’s only going to be one of the the greatest and most inexplicable albums in the history of rock and roll, so..CARE! Dash Blame it! Pauric provides the violin, it’s quite simple really, and Davey’s great.

In fact, Mo’ describes Davey as a genius, and she might be right, although the Texan disagrees. I’m inclined to disagree with the Texan. Davey, however, does something I can not do: employ the cerebral cortex in the act of songwriting. He can, through thinking, put a song together. I can’t do that. I have to catch them from the wind in my soul. I have to feel them, hear them, and put what I hear into words and chords. Too often, after scribbling my notes onto paper and placing my ideas into chords, the fleeting impulse behind the song has flown throughout my mind in so many variations as to have effectively fled.

Anna states that I need to access the voice recording app on my I-phone. Anna is essentially practical, unlike I. Tom Waits states that songs don’t like to be recorded. I will confirm that idea, and also affirm that they don’t even like to be written.