call me lame if you want. i don't care.
"It's 5:55 am on monday, August 7th. The sun is rising. I can hear the
traffic starting to wake up on the 5. The early birdies are beginning
to sing.
I pull the fifteen passenger van into the driveway and kill the
engine. I let the silence sink in. Inhale. Exhale, slowly. Inhale.
Close your eyes. Breathe. It's been a long trip. I am home. Home.
And the record is done.
And the record is done.
Breathe. We've been up there for a while. Too long probably. Hotels,
friends houses, couches, commuting back and forth- last night we
slept on the floor of the studio. I woke up and just started walking.
Walking.
I need some distance. Maybe a drive up the coast. Alone. Forget the
music. Forget it. And I remember something else. A faint memory of
something. someone. distance. distance.
I feel very confident in saying that this record is the best
recording that I've been involved in. I feel like our blood is still
up there on tape: spinning around on a half inch machine on Santa
Monica Blvd. That's the goal, I suppose. A piece of someone. The best
part. Sacrificed for the others to consume. In stereo.
In stereo. Along with the highs come the lows. And now I let go. I'm
done. To try to tell you where this record has taken us is an
ridiculous task. The story tells itself I suppose, and the journey is
to simply listen. To listen. To listen to the journey spinning around
on the half inch right now somewhere in the city of angels.
My God, I hope that it moves you!!! I wish I could see your face as
you listen. To watch the corners of your mouth."
so, yes i have a myspace, and yes im a computer nerd that has nothing better to do stuck in the middle of nowhere, texas. the truth is, i like switchfoot. sue me.
im subscribed to their posts on myspace because i've never met and hung out with (yes hung out with) people that love making music as much as they love people and more so, God. anyway, i was reading this post and if there were any words in the entire universe that could sum up what i want to feel, what i want to be a part of so badly, these are it.
if you know me...REALLY know me, you understand. no explanation needed.
traffic starting to wake up on the 5. The early birdies are beginning
to sing.
I pull the fifteen passenger van into the driveway and kill the
engine. I let the silence sink in. Inhale. Exhale, slowly. Inhale.
Close your eyes. Breathe. It's been a long trip. I am home. Home.
And the record is done.
And the record is done.
Breathe. We've been up there for a while. Too long probably. Hotels,
friends houses, couches, commuting back and forth- last night we
slept on the floor of the studio. I woke up and just started walking.
Walking.
I need some distance. Maybe a drive up the coast. Alone. Forget the
music. Forget it. And I remember something else. A faint memory of
something. someone. distance. distance.
I feel very confident in saying that this record is the best
recording that I've been involved in. I feel like our blood is still
up there on tape: spinning around on a half inch machine on Santa
Monica Blvd. That's the goal, I suppose. A piece of someone. The best
part. Sacrificed for the others to consume. In stereo.
In stereo. Along with the highs come the lows. And now I let go. I'm
done. To try to tell you where this record has taken us is an
ridiculous task. The story tells itself I suppose, and the journey is
to simply listen. To listen. To listen to the journey spinning around
on the half inch right now somewhere in the city of angels.
My God, I hope that it moves you!!! I wish I could see your face as
you listen. To watch the corners of your mouth."
so, yes i have a myspace, and yes im a computer nerd that has nothing better to do stuck in the middle of nowhere, texas. the truth is, i like switchfoot. sue me.
im subscribed to their posts on myspace because i've never met and hung out with (yes hung out with) people that love making music as much as they love people and more so, God. anyway, i was reading this post and if there were any words in the entire universe that could sum up what i want to feel, what i want to be a part of so badly, these are it.
if you know me...REALLY know me, you understand. no explanation needed.