i am likely not the first to say that writing is a terrible wonderful miserable business. it is like drilling down in the earth at random and some days there is oil and some days there is dirt and some days there is one big immovable rock.

the mistake i always make is hitting oil and thinking there will be oil there tomorrow. i don’t understand inspiration. it is some delicate chemical balance. it’s why your favorite ball player still strikes out a lot of the time. and also why he can come out of his slump on a seemingly random day and do something unbelievable.

this is a recording that will probably not get released or exist anywhere else. the lyrics have all been chopped up and moved to other songs. it consists of one or two long vocal takes in which I had a couple lines prewritten beforehand and strung them together with a bunch of improvised stuff in between. this is mostly how i write lyrics, singing over loops.