There is a subtle ringing in my ears – I’ve worn headphones all day and own the real estate closest to Chris’ drum set. We hammer out the same two measure long transitional riff that we’ve continued constructing, deconstructing, and reconstructing for a long while. Cody’s exasperated exhalation is literally amplified through a series of electronics and harmonizes with each of our own inner thoughts.
“Maybe we should take a break for dinner,” Eric suggests. We all respond with an almost over-eager chorus of agreement. So, I gladly pull off the cans, crawl out from behind my keyboard, and we all walk stiffly into the kitchen. We roast some potatoes and brussel sprouts, grill some burgers, set the table, and all gather around family-like.
Someone says, “Man, I’m starving. What time is it?” We all look up at each other cluelessly, and ten eyes drift to the clock. It is 1:30 AM. We just prepared a full-course, sit-down meal at 1:30 in the morning. After a moment of silence that is almost a respectful mourning for our distant selves that kept things like regular hours and long term addresses, we erupt into a welcome, decompressing bout of laughter. Who cares if we get lost in what we’re doing and lose track of time? We eat and serve each other massive helpings of banter and bull shit. Then, we get back to work… This is how we are proceeding with the task of writing the songs for our next album.
Though the songs we have written thus far are still in rough form and extremely eclectic, I am starting to sense some of the common themes. This new music seems to serve as our reflection, and we get to study it to discover nuances about our selves we didn’t necessarily understand before we voiced them. Part of what I hear is an understanding and a respect that the past year of touring and depending on each other must have galvanized amongst us. It is a giving sort of respect that creates space for us to intently listen to each other, and it is an unspoken understanding resulting in an essential freedom to openly express and create.
I can’t presume to know the outcome of what all this will be, and (as They say) talking about music is like dancing about architecture, so trying to describe what it sounds like is pointless. I can only say that I am inspired by the attitude of our little tribe, and I am thankful for the atmosphere surrounding this opportunity to make music together.