I was planning on releasing a new full length CD this spring. While I did get a lot done, it’s not finished, and I haven’t been working on it. My priorities are forced. Music is a luxury. While I always find time to write songs and play guitar, recording requires a lot of patience. Patience I don’t have. It also takes time. If I have any extra time these days, it’s not out of creative need as much as it is me being too depressed to go to work. Furthermore, I try as hard as I can to get out and play shows to promote myself, but I’m going on nearly 6 months with no gigs at all. My career is at a standstill while the rest of the world shoots past me, and if I were in my right mind, I would keep fighting. The truth is I’m a wage-slave scraping bottom until it becomes realistic for me to believe I’m allowed to think I am what I am: an artist.
I don’t know when the next CD will come out, but hey–it’s not like the world really needs another collection of sad songs to bury under it’s own capitalist detritus. Hello, machine. Take me.