I haven’t been updating as often as I’d like. This is because I’ve been losing faith in my ability to write. I’m not a writer; never have been, and I make no claims to be. Since any website/blog I’ve run in the past 15 or so years has been an entirely personal affair, that’s never bothered me before. But it’s starting to bother me now. I’ve written over 50,000 words since I started updating regularly in July last year, and being able to evaluate such a quantity of work all at once has allowed me to compare the good with the bad.
In other words, I’ve developed some standards. And for someone who has little faith in their ability to write well, that’s poison to productivity.
Sometimes I’d spend as little as 30 minutes writing something, anything to maintain the schedule. The Idiocracy rumination, which caused a minor furor on the Internet and garnered 350,000 hits last August, is one of these. Sometimes I’d simply copy and paste something suitably lengthy that I’d written elsewhere, like my defense of pretentious artists. Occasionally, though, I’d spend a couple of hours attempting to write something decent, and those are the ones I look back on most fondly. Like the one about old colour photographs, which for all of its rambling, stands as the piece of writing I’m most satisfied with. It had my favourite title, at least. Or the one about popular internet criticism. Or the story about the time I got my photo taken in the street. I especially liked describing myself as a “furious C3PO”.
I’m running into similar problems with my next ‘big project’, which is a home-recorded album of mostly-acoustic music that, if a personal success, should function as a summary of everything I’ve been trying to say and do over the past year or so – a focus on honesty, personal expression, attention to detail and a truthful attempt at creating something very real and genuine. A natural progression from How the Whole-Hearted Live. I certainly hope people like it, and that someone finds some value in listening to it, but that’s not really the point. I just want to be able to listen to it and think “yeah, that’s me, warts and all.”
The trouble is that those standards are tricky buggers. I’ve been working on this thing since November 2011, and I have one completed instrumental track to show for it. That instrumental track took 50 hours. It’s the best thing I’ve ever recorded by a long shot, but to my ears it still doesn’t sound anywhere near as good as it should. Every time I hear something by a friend or colleague, I want to bin the whole thing, because they sound effortlessly good and I sound like one more try-hard twat with a shitty acoustic guitar. But it means everything to me. I know I sound a little crazy when I say that, and I know I’d probably be a lot more successful if I wasn’t so devoted to my ideals and I treated my work as, well, work. That would probably be healthier… but I’m afraid it wouldn’t mean the same.
But what’s to be done? It’s not like I’m ever going to ditch the album, or the blog. This stuff’s too important to me. I just need to whine about it once in a while. So here’s some details about this album that means everything to me and precisely zilch to you. It means precisely zilch to you right now, but if you ever find yourself feeling lonely at night, and you feel like you stand out in a crowd, and you feel like you live far too much in your own head… it might mean a little more to you when you hear it. I’ve never been able to say that about my music before, and it’s exciting to be able to say it now.
- It’s an 8 track album called “The Secret of the Way Things Are”.
- This is a provisional track listing, subject to change:
1. House of the Gathering
2. Hiding in Plain Sight
3. Duma and the Elephant
4. Courtly Matters
5. A Wastrel Errant
6. Drawing Moths
7. The Secret of the Way Things Are
- It’s mostly acoustic, ie songs I can perform by myself with nothing more than a guitar.
- It’s quiet and sparse, because I’m sick of hearing badly-arranged loud loud loud music that doesn’t really need to be so loud. It’s a headphone album.
- I’ll be performing it live once I get some experience of getting up on stage again.
- It is indebted to the work of Carl Jung, Bill Callahan and Mike Nisbet, who I’m certain is one gushing compliment away from filing a restraining order against me for excessive fanboyism.
- It will be a digital release, for free, but it will have cover art. Really good cover art, too. I can say this because it won’t be me who produces it.
- I really hope to be able to get it to you around March time, and then maybe I can play it for people live and hopefully they’ll dig it.
So I won’t be giving up on the album, and I won’t be giving up on the blog. It’s just that the realisation that I should’ve been doing better is the very thing that bums me out and keeps me from doing better.
I never even thought about it that way until I just wrote it out there. Funny business, this writing lark. Maybe I’ll record something tomorrow.