Long and Winding

Ah, discipline, it's just not me. I am haphazard incarnate. Whaddayagonnado? I try to blog frequently, but somehow...

So what's new? Well, the Telecaster has taken my songwriting in directions I never imagined it would. I'm very excited about it, but not sure how to attack what needs to happen next. I have a few ideas... but nothing concrete. I know that I need Eric and Dan absolutely, but I think I may also need Tommy and Merrill and even once in a while Daddy-o. My perspective is also shifting a bit - not so focused on the first-person narrative song now, sort of starting to shift to more story-telling, third-person stuff, which I really like.

And I've discovered that I like a little growl in my tone. I got a Vox amp which does the sugar-coated-road-grit sound perfectly, and I'm suddenly completely enchanted with dirt. I realize that this is part of me that's been dormant a long time. Darker impulses are finding their way into my voice, too, and I'm more comfortable with the imperfections in my character. I'm the nicest bitch you'll ever meet. Let me sing you a song...