So, I normally don’t get the urge to do this kinda thing until the leaves silently turn colours and drift to the ground?. Yet, compelled by forces beyond my control, like the biological urge to hump things, or hibernate, I get the urge to record an album.
A day of heavy rain lead me down to the Big Sky Studio. Four hours later, two demos arranged, I’m feeling pleased with my Muse. Hours later, a little whiskey, listening to those tunes, I find myself creating a tracking sheet for a new album. I wonder if Stephen King or George Lucas get this feeling when they immerse themselves into this self-imposed madness?