Because to be perfectly honest, I’ve no fucking clue what’s next. All I can do is write. This is what came out yesterday. There are a billion different things you can do with a song – pay people with recording studios to record a better version to sell to people who want their music to sound NICE, find other (better) musicians and get them to play on it with you, tour the country and play it in front of people, license it to pretty people with great voices or great publicists – but that’s all part this OTHER thing, and I honestly couldn’t give a damn about all that. They are the temporary modern solutions to the forever problem of song (starving artists!), and are constantly reinvented as the technology changes. I just want to write great songs that will outlast the dizzying pace with which media is produced and consumed these days. So if you’ve any decent ideas on how we validate the thirty or so hours a week I put into music as an honest craft deserving an honest wage, I’m all ears. Until then I’m just going to stay holed up in my room and keep writing and driving a van.

P.S. It’s meant as a singalong. Feel free to join in wherever you are.