things have changed.. Lebron is in Miami, tiger is not a good role model, Barak is prez (has been for a while, I know), and… I really can’t think of any more huge changes.. the fact is that I’m coming back. I really never left but just stop writing. Over the last year and a half my life has taken some huge changes that have distracted me from my art and inner creative. Which is fine and a part of life.
I’m back recording music. I’m in the process of revamping my sound and image. It looks like a new EP, which is a fancy word for “DEMO” will make its way to your collection come Autumn 2010. I have been working with new people who inspire me in different ways. I have been reading different books and watching different types of film and music. pretty stoked..and I want to document it all for whom ever is interested.. the new recording is going to have some new songs as well as one or two older songs redone.
Like “Carseat Distance.” If you have ever seen me play, you have heard this song. I don’t think I have ever not played this song.. the only reason I keep it is because its meaning changes to me every so often and I seem to keep learning new things about myself through the lyrical matter. In no way am i stating that this is a great or even good song. I’m simply digging into the way that any artist taps in to inspiration and how it relates to them and the spectator.
It seems that often times I write tunes and I feel a bit vague on what I ment by what I wrote. But they often bring themselves into fruition down the road. Now this does seem like a “Baby, I miss you, got to get you back” type song but it means more to me about spiritual direction of my life.. like for instance that maybe the songs context is about trusting God to take the driver’s seat in my life and that it truly is trust, not a necessarily a comfortable or easy decision.
Currently I’m in a time in my life were I have let that slide a bit. I’m finding my flesh creeping its way back into decisions and thoughts. I have to find myself like a child afraid of jumping in the pool, but at the same time im just dying to feel the thrill of not being able to reach the bottom. My old man is in the pool just itching to catch me with a firm, safe, but adventurous grip. So all I can do is close my eyes, plug my nose and just take a step.
hope this finds you well and rested.
love-Cody
