I begin tracking my EP tomorrow.
I’m doing my best to ignore the heart palpitations and shortness of breath.
I know, I know. It’s not like I bet the farm on the success of this record or anything. But I did bet the Toyota Camry.
And there’s no feeling quite like being a singer and a songwriter and trying to fumble your way through parts on instruments you only kind of know how to play while the weight of a Toyota Camry sits on your shoulders and dollar bills disappear with each annoyingly audible tick of the clock.
I’m thankful for the talented crew in my corner. I’m confident that, with their help, we can bring this collection of songs to life.
A few friends have been generous with their time to prepare for this recording session, and they’ve also agreed to drive down to Omaha to spend a few days tracking with me in the studio. I’m humbled and honored and I don’t know what else.
Another friend of mine—the filmmaker responsible for producing the videos for Bearers and The Inner World—is also planning to make the trek south to capture some behind-the-scenes footage of the process. I’m blown away and can’t believe it and owe him more thanks than I could ever put into words. I also can’t wait for you to see some of that footage and get a glimpse into what it’s like to be in the studio.
But that’s not all.
We also happen to be recording at the studio where many of my favorite musicians and bands have cut some of my favorite records. I’m talking Bright Eyes and Cursive and M. Ward and Jenny Lewis and Sea Wolf and many others. I’m telling myself it’s excitement that I’m feeling, but deep down, I know it’s pure panic. As in life, though, finding poetry in the panic is key. I look forward to working with the professionals at ARC and know that with them steering the ship, at least it won’t capsize.
I don’t doubt that I’m capable of making a great record. At one point, I probably felt good about the songs we’ll be recording over the next five days. It’s just…they’re my songs.
You know how when you repeat a word over and over until it eventually stops sounding like a word. That’s kind of how songwriting is for me. It’s a never ending process of repetition and refinement. After so many repetitions, I start to doubt what I’m refining is even a song.
But that’s the beauty of the studio. We get to gather up all the pieces that I picked apart and peeled off over the last couple of months and put them back together and make something beautiful. It’s a thrill to see your work come together in the way that you’ve imagined it.
I can’t wait to find the poetry in the panic.
I can’t wait to make something beautiful with amazing friends.
I can’t wait to hear these songs again for the first time.
And I can’t wait to show them to you.
Stay tuned for studio updates!