It’s pretty late. I’ve had about 3 hours sleep in the last 24 and I’ve spent the best part of the past 6 of those adjusting guitars; trying to keep my lips wet enough to manage a tuneful whistle; singing and re-singing melodies; scribbling words in my battered notebook.. and almost crying in disbelief that Cubase had autosaved all of the work after crashing unexpectedly.

It feels pretty good.

I still don’t feel that I’ve ever yet written a song that’s like, good. I just never feel…not in a good way, it’s not cool, it’s not good.  

Marnie Stern

Seeing someone as amazing as Marnie Stern express this is rather comforting. It’s easy to feel like great musicians are 100% happy with everything they do, and that you must be a fraud because you have a love-hate relationship with your own songs.

Today my good friend Keith of the aptly named Keith Appreciation Society popped round to contribute a guitar track or two and mark the beginnings of… something. Not quite sure what yet, but its existence as something can’t be denied. Not unless you’re Descartes anyway.

Before any of that started, I managed to descend back into poverty as the nice recording software I was using decided to err.. expire. When I told the guy in the shop that this purchase would result in me not eating for a week, he replied:

“hey, just eat the packaging man.”

It may yet come to that.

Reasons why a mandolin is better than a guitar #1

You can lie in bed on your back and still play the mandolin fairly well.

(this can also be seen as a disadvantage when you fall asleep playing said mandolin)

I just came across a picture on Tumblr of a girl wearing not very much except a mandolin.

The temptation to post it here was so strong, but it’d probably lower the tone of things.

Hello.

After a year and a half in the musical wilderness, I’ve managed to get over the deep-rooted lovehate relationship I had developed with my guitar to come up with this latest endeavour.

It’ll involve mandolins, glockenspiels and other wonderful things, and is thanks in no small part to the influence of Mr. Toby Hayes of ‘Shoes and Socks Off’ – pictured above enjoying a jacuzzi next to my bespectacled self.

Have a listen to ‘smoke and rabbits’ here, and check back to see what might unfold.