I've taken most of this new year to homestead, cultivating the collection of songs that I believe will become the next record. Some I've futzed with for too long, but just can't seem to give up on. Others I just haven't given the time or wasn't ready to write, and was hoping this downtime would give them space to mature. The results? I'll have to let them cool before I know how tasty they are or aren't, but in the meantime, I'm happy to get back out and play them to strangers.
The upcoming run will eventually lead me to Nashville where, on April 8th, I'll begin finally making this next record with producer, Eric Masse (Rayland Baxter, Miranda Lambert, Andrew Combs). Joining me, will by my riding podnuh's, of course, Myles Weeks (bass) and Maxwell Zemanovic (drums), and to dial in some keyboard colors, Jano Rix of the Wood Brothers. I've yet to approach a record with such confidence in the musical interaction between myself and the band. I'm so confident in that aspect, in fact, that it scares me into a focus on the songs themselves. I've never spent so many hours on a group of songs, methodically attempting to convince myself that I've written clearly and bravely. Why should that be so difficult?