so it goes…

Life sure can be funny sometimes. I’m sitting in my basement listening to the new Preons tracks on my headphones through myspace. We started recording that album about 6 months after I moved into this house. Now, a year and a half later, 40% of that band is gone and the new iteriation is going in an entirely different direction. It’s exciting and its frustrating at the same time. Thankfully we’ll be able to get this album out fairly soon. My illusions of fame have been doused by frustration over the past year. We were playing the Crocodile every month or so, getting fairly large draws. We played the Fremont Oktoberfest after the Silversun Pickups, who have since blown up. We had a ton of great momentum going into recording. Now, almost two years later, all I can say is, its been a hell of a learning experience. I’ve learned a nominal amount about music, but a ton about people. Besides, learning about music is a nominal experiance anyway. It’s more important to understand people to be a better musician. At least, that’s my thinking since I stopped studying to play classical music. Regardless, I have to say, despite all the roadblocks the shit sounds good. What else matters besides the shit sounding good? Not much else in my book. Some feelings were hurt, some relationships were broken up, some people died, some relationships were spawned, some people quit the band, some people joined the band, some people got engaged, just about everyone left the continent at one point or another, many beers were had, a lot of donuts were had, some people quit smoking, some people started smoking again, some tears were shed, some laughs were shared … all in all, I have no regrets. I am a better person for having gone through this. I understand what it takes to make a good album and what can ruin a good thing. I better understand that speaking your mind is one of the only things you can do when you’re frustrated and anything less is a disservice to your friends. I understand that some people will never be my confidants, no matter how much I try to be myself and try to make it work.

I’m more exicted to start the next project than for anything else in a long time. I always told myself that I wanted to make an album before the age of 30. In my head, this one doesn’t count. The next two will … about half of each is written, none of it has been recorded. The ideas are endless in my head. The inspirations are coming from random places. It’ll be hard work, but I need to do it. I need to buckle down for my own sanity and do it

As long as the shit sounds good.