The thing I like about Bandcamp Friday is it gives me an artificial target date I can work toward, putting out new stuff for whoever is listening.
And hopefully the 'stuff' will project some comfort out there into the world during these nutbar times we're existing in.
But this month, I struggled.
The songs I was working on, with BF in mind, were not coming together and I was painfully falling into the overthinking-it trap.
Something I battle often.
So last night I scrolled through the folders marked 'new songs' and stumbled on one that was like an old friend waving from across the street.
'Soul Correcting' is a song I've played live for years, but never released.
(And almost every time I've played this song, John Higney strummed a tenor guitar beside me. And it was always so good.)
This version is one I recorded alone recently (and by recently, I mean WELL before pandemic times) and it's just the right amount of raw.
There are no plugins on this. No EQ. I barely set levels. This is how the recording came up. Waving at me.
Alright, I thought.
Just put THIS up on Bandcamp.
Don't overthink it.
This is a new song and this is how it exists right now.
It's how it is. At this moment.
So thanks for listening.
I hope these strummable poems that come to me out of nowhere bring some comfort to all of you.
As always, keep safe my friends. We are all in this together.
When I woke up with your danger
Motion senseless, new found stranger
Skip a heartbeat momentarily
Is pretty much hard to absorb
Promises endured unfairly
It pains me hard to ignore this anymore.
Contemplating skirt or apron
To hide ink jobs you had no say in
You ask me if I heard the revelry
Of your friend's bar downstairs
Or if I remember singing Dolly
When we fell into your bed
It hurts my head.
It's a fortunate lie we perform.
It's a fortunate lie we all perform.