Working on your first album is an epic landmark, dare I say, for any and every musician. It is truly, a manipulated skeleton of ideas synergising into a whole that has the power to expose, and deny you, every courtesy you allow through a critics point of view.
This weekend we made the four hour drive back to the studio to track some new material. Words cannot really describe the serenity of that place and how leaving the city for a short period of time can change an entire outlook. We went in guitars blazing, my voice husky beneath a dry cough, with an idea of how we should be doing things, and came out completely changed and inspired for the better. It’s so funny how the more you know, the more you realise, how much you really don’t know. This concept will always baffle me. Coming home from this, is always unsettling. Having the ‘real world’ weigh down on you the next day is never a pleasant visitor.
As we work more and more on The Winter of Reason debut, I find myself constantly fiddling with ideas and toying with thoughts of throwing out songs that were at one point precious to me, based on the pure fact that I am afraid it no longer represents or has a living relevance to where we sit at this point in time. I am constantly brought back to the idea of “museum art”, that being, something we can keep and record, that no longer brings a new life from where it sits. It grows old and dusty if unkept, and eventually will slink into its corner, somewhere dark musty, that no one cares to visit.
How do we simply pick songs that won’t fall into this redundant category and that will have a life of it’s own through anothers eyes? And how can we pick a song with substance that is transferable into a busy world where we pick and choose as we go, forgetting quickly the things with depth and settling for catch phrases that sing “Baby, baby, baby…” over and over again.
I am often approached and asked for meanings and subtexts behind my lyrics. Most of the time I struggle with this, not because I mind people reading my lyrics, but because I really love the idea of another finding their own relevance and meaning within the song. I want it to be something so personal, that when you hear our music, your own ficiton plays out in your head. Not just some idea I have concocted in my mind at 3:30am, forcefully fooling a purist reaction into seeing something else. Chances are, what I have seen as I was writing the song, will be much different to what you see when you hear it for the first time.
So we keep going. And although at some point, maybe through a show or conversation, I can explain all the ideas I have jumbled on paper, and tell you the baseline of the songs story, and I will, happily. But I would like to think that someone out there is listening to something new, with fresh ears, and a fresh image drawn out on a blank piece of paper, and that they are having a real connection to it…before we turn that idea on its head.
The Winter of Reason