DEMO 1.17.05 10:19am

I remember being very excited about this idea around the time I wrote it, a feeling that tapered off gradually as time passed. This song could have morphed into something better I suspect, but right now all I can say is meh. Maybe it has some life in it somewhere, some way to coax a more well-rounded musical experience, which is to say perhaps I have it within myself to concoct such an outcome. But perhaps not. I guess we'll see.

It's definitely odd and humbling to reflect back on something that you were so enamored by earlier in life, only to realize later that it really wasn't all that great to begin with. I reckon that's part of what this whole process of sharing these demos is about. Perhaps it will help me temper my emotions as I create in the future, to accept that it is fundamentally part of who I am and not to get so worked up about it. But that's part of the fun though, right?
In the past, I've become very anxious at times when I wasn't able to create on the schedule I desired; sometimes I still feel that way. It's been difficult to separate the creative side of my life from the practical side. It's so enticing to slip into this world where I place certain sounds in a certain order that pleases me. It's an escape I feel guilty about at times, while at others I feel embiggened through my cromulent performance. What a strange dichotomy.

I remember right after I finished mastering A Forest Through The Trees as I was driving away from the studio. Even though I reveled in the afterglow of the finished work, I was convinced something awful was going to happen to me at any moment, as if I had purged something vital from my psyche and that my story was consequently at an end. What an ego I must have to place myself so squarely at the center of things. But as my friend Thomas Priestley wisely said of the album, 'It's just another tree.' Anyway, thanks for listening.

Tied down in the fifth dimension

Classy calls on a silent ride

Juicy words when you seek attention

Disarray when you don't confide

Oh can't you feel that rhythm flow?

Oh like it was in '94?

Baked down in the southern city

Raise a flag for the hue and cry

Shoot the cup when you condescend

Vex me down when you don't intend

Turn me loose when the rhythm's running dry

Oh can't you feel that rhythm flow?

Oh like it was in '94?

Oh can't you feel that rhythm flow?

Oh like it was in '94?